The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Love is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, ... — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of a novelist's imagination. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Self-love is as protective as the Deity; Disenchantment is as perspicacious as a surgeon; Experience is as provident as a mother. Such… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
L'amour n'est pas seulement un sentiment, il est un art aussi. Love is not only a feeling; it is also an art. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains;… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A great love is a credit opened in favor of a power so consuming that the moment of bankruptcy must inevitably occur. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Like hunger, physical love is a necessity. But man's appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Oh, my friend, when you love, love a woman whom you are sure that you can love always. Never forsake a woman.” — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share
“You have broken the ice, though you have not even scratched its glossy surface: you have placed your hand upon the croup of the… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share
It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse,… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
White and shining virgin of all human virtues, ark of the covenant between earth and heaven, tender and strong companion partaking of the lion… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
All men can bear a familiar, definite misfortune better than the cruel alternations of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
