What did Alfred de Musset mean by: The soft contralto notes of a woman’s voice are born in the immediate region of the heart. Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France Copy
+ life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream Author, August 13, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred de Musset, Dream, Life, Love, 0 Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France
+ Repartee is altogether a natural endowment, and is the lightning of the mind. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred de Musset, Mind, Natural, 0 Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France
+ Doubt, if you will, the being who loves you, Woman or dog, but never doubt love itself. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred de Musset, Doubt, Love, Trust, 0 Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France
+ Reason may cure illusions, but not suffering. Author, September 29, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred de Musset, Illusions, Reason, Suffering, 0 Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France
+ The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred de Musset, Divine, Love, Transformation, 0 Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France
+ The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred de Musset, Dedication, Faith, Spirituality, 0 Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France
+ Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits. Author, January 5, 2024January 6, 2025, Alfred de Musset, Habits, Liberty, Slavery, 0 Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France
+ The mouth keeps silent to hear the heart speak. Author, September 17, 2023January 2, 2025, Alfred de Musset, Emotions, Listening, Silence, 0 Alfred de Musset Dramatist · France
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
The skin of all of us is responsive to gypsy songs and military marches. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I just love the world around me and wanted my audience to love and appreciate it too. Jean Craighead George
There is something all life has in common, and when I know what it is I shall know myself. Jean Craighead George
