I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand. — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
As all the perfumes of the vanished dayRise from the earth still moistened with the dewSo from my chastened soul beneath thy… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated. — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
[I]f you are truly a man, sure of yourself and confident of your strength, you may taste of life without fear and… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
Take love as a sober man takes wine; do not become a drunkard. If your mistress is sincere and faithful, love her… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
... but one loves, and when one is on the brink of death, one turns around to look backward, and one says… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved. — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
“Poets represent love as sculptors design beauty, as musicians create melody; that is to say, endowed with an exquisite nervous organization, they… — Alfred De Musset Copy Share Image
I see that you believe in love such as the poets and romancers have represented... The poets represent love as the sculptors… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
If love is a play, this play, as old as the world, fiasco or not, it is, all in all, the least… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures. — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
“During the wars of the Empire, while husbands and brothers were in Germany, anxious mothers gave birth to an ardent, pale, and neurotic generation.… — Alfred De Musset Copy Share Image
I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand. — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
“As soon as we entered I plunged into the giddy whirl of the waltz. That delightful exercise has always been dear to me; I… — Alfred De Musset Copy Share Image
As all the perfumes of the vanished dayRise from the earth still moistened with the dewSo from my chastened soul beneath thy rayOld love… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
It was one of those somber evenings when the sighing of the wind resembles the moans of a dying man; a storm was brewing,… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
“Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.” — Alfred De Musset Copy Share Image
Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated. — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image