After all, what is a kiss? A vow made at closer range, a more precise promise, a confession that contains its own proof, a seal placed on a pact that has already been signed; it's a secret told to the… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
How obvious it is now--the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you... All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero. — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
After all, what is a kiss? A vow made at closer range, a more precise promise, a confession that contains its own proof, a… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
Stay awhile! 'Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing! — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“Watching other people making friends, everywhere, as a dog makes friends. I mark the manner of these canine courtesies and think, here comes, thank… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“What would you have me do? Seek for the patronage of some great man, And like a creeping vine on a tall tree Crawl… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“...But...to sing, to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free, with a voice that stirs and an eye that still can… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
My pessimism goes to the point of suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists. — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
“I was wondering aimlessly; too many road were open...too many resolves, too complex, allowed of being taken. I took...by far the simplest of them… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
I have a different idea of elegance. I don't dress like a fop, it's true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
