Suzanne Curchod

The revolting details of childbirth had been hidden from me with such care that I was as surprised as I was horrified,…

— Suzanne Curchod

It is often a sign of wit not to show it, and not to see that others want it.

— Suzanne Curchod

When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.

— Suzanne Curchod

Indulgence, twin sister of guilt.

— Suzanne Curchod

The more heart, the more sorrow.

— Suzanne Curchod

One of the first observations to make in conversation is the state, or the character, and the education of the person to…

— Suzanne Curchod

Gallantry thrives most in the atmosphere of the court.

— Suzanne Curchod

Romance is the poetry of literature.

— Suzanne Curchod

The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.

— Suzanne Curchod

It is never permissible to say, I say.

— Suzanne Curchod

It were no virtue to bear calamities if we did not feel them.

— Suzanne Curchod

The most subtle flattery that a woman can receive is by actions, not by words.

— Suzanne Curchod

Love is the only possession which we can carry with us beyond the grave.

— Suzanne Curchod

Remarkable places are like the summits of rocks; eagles and reptiles only can get there.

— Suzanne Curchod

A pure style in writing results from the rejection of everything superfluous.

— Suzanne Curchod

Elegance is exquisite polish.

— Suzanne Curchod

One can impose silence on sentiment, but one can not give it limits.

— Suzanne Curchod

Make your best thoughts into action.

— Suzanne Curchod

Obligation is the bitterest thraldom.

— Suzanne Curchod

A woman must be truly refined to incite chivalry in the heart of a man.

— Suzanne Curchod

Innocence and mystery never dwell long together.

— Suzanne Curchod

The heart of a good man is the sanctuary of God in this world.

— Suzanne Curchod

You may be more prodigal of time than of money.

— Suzanne Curchod

Fiction is a potent agent for good--in the hands of the good.

— Suzanne Curchod

How immense to us appear the sins we have not committed.

— Suzanne Curchod