The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not… — George Sand Copy Share Image
Time is always wanting to me, and I cannot meet with a single day when I am nut hurried along, driven to… — George Sand Copy Share Image
“The contemplation of Mont Blanc's unchanging summits for three or four days last month, the sight of that eternal snow, immaculate, sublime… — George Sand Copy Share Image
“La beauté qui parle aux yeux, reprit-elle, n’est que le prestige d’un moment; l’œuil du corps n'est pas toujours celui de l'âme."… — George Sand Copy Share Image
Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it… — George Sand Copy Share Image
“I don't know why, but any thought of the future upsets me intolerably. So I had to turn and look back at… — George Sand Copy Share Image
Art belongs to all times and to all countries; its special benefit is precisely to be still living when everything else seems… — George Sand Copy Share Image
It is extraordinary how music sends one back into memories of the past. — George Sand Copy Share Image
One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is… — George Sand Copy Share Image
Ever since time began the world has seemed stupid to those who aren't stupid themselves. It was to avoid that annoyance that… — George Sand Copy Share Image
“In times when evil comes because men misunderstand and hate one another, it is the mission of the artist to praise sweetness,… — George Sand Copy Share Image
The masses are still ungrateful or ignorant. They prefer murder, poisonings, and crimes generally to a literature possessed of style and feeling. — George Sand Copy Share Image
I was born to love - but none of you wanted to believe it, and that misunderstanding was crucial in forming my character. It's… — George Sand Copy Share Image
Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary. — George Sand Copy Share Image
... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot. — George Sand Copy Share Image
A child motivated by competitive ideals will grow into a man without conscience, shame, or true dignity. — George Sand Copy Share Image
Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable. — George Sand Copy Share Image
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life. — George Sand Copy Share Image
Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age, and to imagine right up to the brink of death that… — George Sand Copy Share Image
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that… — George Sand Copy Share Image
“Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life. (La vie ressemble plus souvent à un roman qu'un roman ne ressemble à la vie.)” — George Sand Copy Share Image
