Dusk Quote by Honore de Balzac Download Open image “What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.” — Honore de Balzac ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dusk Fantasy May
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“Lady Brightlingsea considered it her duty to fish out of this out darkness, and drag for a moment into the light, any person or… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed in flight,… — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
“There is much that is immortal in this medieval lady. The dragons have gone, and so have the knights, but still she lingers in… — E. M. Forster Copy Share Image
When a woman is frozen of feeling, when she can no longer feel herself, when her blood, her passion, no longer reach the extremities… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
“However, the majority of women are neither harlots nor courtesans; nor do they sit clasping pug dogs to dusty velvet all through the summer… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Instead, it’s about being a woman who can recognize, navigate, claim, trust and use her Goddess-given powers of creativity and manifestation, her vision, her… — Lisa Lister Copy Share Image
The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
Once upon a perfect night, unclouded and still, there came the face of a pale and beautiful lady. The tresses of her hair reached… — Kit Williams 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
I have heard that if you pull a bent breath through the second hole of a harmonica tuned to the key of Georgia while… — Buddy Wakefield Copy Share Image
My father kept me busy from dawn to dusk when I was a kid. When I wasn't pitching hay, hauling corn or running a… — Bob Feller Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Sophie picked her way through the forest, stepping over tree roots, and pushing aside low-lying branches, letting them snap back behind her with reckless… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of… — Mary Hunter Austin Copy Share Image
“There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.” — Ed Gorman Copy Share Image
The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The writing of poetry is a chancy business, it's currency solitude and loss, its tools coffee and too much wine, its hours midnight, dawn,… — Keith Miller Copy Share Image
There is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends. I have savored to the full all the… — Agnes Sligh Turnbull Copy Share Image
A person with normal eyesight would have nothing to know in the way of 'Impressionism' unless he were in a blinding light or in… — John Singer Sargent Copy Share Image
Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of… — Alice Meynell Copy Share Image
She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent. Her eyes… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
