What did Alphonse de Lamartine mean by: Private passions grow tired and wear themselves out; political passions, never. - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France Copy
+ Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!–yes, the whole man,–as the crucible gold. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alphonse de Lamartine, Sorrow, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Sentiment is the poetry of the imagination. Feraz Zeid, July 9, 2023December 12, 2023, Alphonse de Lamartine, Imagination, Sentiments, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Silence and simplicity obtrude on no one, but are yet two unequaled attractions in woman. Explain Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024February 5, 2024, Alphonse de Lamartine, Silence, Simplicity, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ There is a woman at the begining of all great things. Feraz Zeid, June 23, 2023December 12, 2023, Alphonse de Lamartine, Great Things, Love, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Kindness is virtue itself. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, Alphonse de Lamartine, Kindness, Virtue, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart. Feraz Zeid, October 12, 2023December 26, 2023, Alphonse de Lamartine, Dawn, Heart, Love, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ After his blood, that which a man can next give out of himself is a tear. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alphonse de Lamartine, Blood, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
+ Inspiration is solitary, never consecutive. Feraz Zeid, October 19, 2023December 26, 2023, Alphonse de Lamartine, Inspiration, Solitary, 0 - Alphonse de Lamartine Writer · France
Love, slow and gradual in its growth, is too much like friendship ever to be a violent passion. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Only when a book is written out of passion is there much hope of its being read with passion. - Jean Fritz
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue. - William Cowper Poet · England
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless. - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself! - Jean Racine Playwright · France
When I’m carried away, isn’t it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth? - Jean Racine Playwright · France
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight! - Jean Racine Playwright · France
