“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs,… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets Cyrano Act 5. — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
How obvious it is now--the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you... All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero. — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
After all, what is a kiss? A vow made at closer range, a more precise promise, a confession that contains its own proof, a… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
Stay awhile! 'Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing! — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“Watching other people making friends, everywhere, as a dog makes friends. I mark the manner of these canine courtesies and think, here comes, thank… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“What would you have me do? Seek for the patronage of some great man, And like a creeping vine on a tall tree Crawl… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“...But...to sing, to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free, with a voice that stirs and an eye that still can… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
My pessimism goes to the point of suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists. — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“I was wondering aimlessly; too many road were open...too many resolves, too complex, allowed of being taken. I took...by far the simplest of them… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
I have a different idea of elegance. I don't dress like a fop, it's true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
