Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves! — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Rare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two? — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Nature endows woman alternately with a particular strength which helps her to suffer and a weakness which counsels her to be resigned. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman; they take the look of pain for a… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Does not any limit imposed upon one inspire a desire to go beyond it? Does not our keenest suffering arise when our… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
With every one, the expectation of a misfortune constitutes a dreadful, punishment. Suffering then assumes the proportions of the unknown, which is… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“The words came from him like a sob, a hoarse sound like the death rattle of a dying man; it seemed indeed… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility,… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Creole women take after Europe in their intelligence, after the Tropics in the illogical violence of their passions, and after the Indies… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A penniless man who has no ties to bind him is master of himself at any rate, but a luckless wretch who… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“A valley full of genuine suffering, and of joys that often turn out to be false, and so incredibly tumultuous that it… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
A lui la foi, a' elle le doute, a' elle le fardeau le plus lourd: la femme ne souffre-t-elle pas toujours pour… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
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 Image
A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a throne. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
