We should like those whom we love to receive all their happiness, or, if this were impossible, all their unhappiness from our… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
In Friendship we only see those faults which may be prejudicial to our friends. In love we see no faults but those… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
We ought not to make those people our enemies who might have become our friends, if we had only known them better. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
He who will not listen to any advice, nor be corrected in his writings, is a rank pedant. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
Let us not complain against men because otheir rudeness, their ingratitude, their injustice, their arrogance, their love oself, their forgetfulness oothers. They… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
Women become attached to men by the intimacies they grant them; men are cured of their love by the same intimacies. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
Love, slow and gradual in its growth, is too much like friendship ever to be a violent passion. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
Nothing keeps longer than a middling fortune, and nothing melts away sooner than a large one. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
The beginning and the end of love are both marked by embarrassment when the two find themselves alone. [Fr., Le commencement et… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
To how many girls has a great beauty been of no other use but to make them expect a large fortune! — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
A man must be completely wanting in intelligence if he does not show it when actuated by love, malice, or necessity. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
A lofty birth or a large fortune portend merit, and cause it to be the sooner noticed. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
Love seizes us suddenly, without giving warning, and our disposition or our weakness favors the surprise; one look, one glance, from the… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
To bewail the loss of a person we love is a happiness compared with the necessity of living with one we hate. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
I cannot forbid a person to marry several wives, for it does not contradict Scripture. MARTIN LUTHER, letter to Chancellor Gregory Brück, January 13,… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
The unfaithful woman, if she is known for such by the person concerned, is only unfaithful. If she is thought faithful, she is perfidious. — Jean De La Bruyere Copy Share Image
What greater weakness can there be than not to know what is the source of one's being, of one's life, of one's senses, of… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
Some people pretend they never were in love and never wrote poetry; two weaknesses which they dare not own -- one of the heart,… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
How much wit, good-nature, indulgences, how many good offices and civilities, are required among friends to accomplish in some years what a lovely face… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
A man starts upon a sudden, takes Pen, Ink, and Paper, and without ever having had a thought of it before, resolves within himself… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
A man of variable mind is not one man, but several men in one; he multiplies himself as often as he changes his taste… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
He who knows how to wait for what he desires does not feel very desperate if he fails in obtaining it; and he, on… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
The court is like a palace built of marble; I mean that it is made up of very hard but very polished people. [Fr.,… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own. — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
