You soothe my soul. You fill it with so tender a sentiment that it is sweet to live during the time that I see… — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
none but the unhappy are worthy of friends; if your soul had never suffered never could you have entered mine. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
Oh! you shall see how well I know how to love! I can only love; I know only how to love! With moderate faculties,… — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
Oh, my dear, my tragedy is that you don't need to be loved as I know how to love. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a… — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
I do not comprehend those rules of conduct that make us so content with self and so cold to those we love. I detest prudence, I even hate (suffer me to say so) those duties of friendship which substitute propriety for interest, and circumspection for feeling. How shall I say it? I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from… — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share
I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Copy Share Image
