What did Honoré de Balzac mean by: No frozen-hearted woman ever I laid eyes on but has made duty her religion. - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France Copy
+ The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Honoré de Balzac, Literature, Love, Passion, 0 - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
+ The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Honoré de Balzac, Love, Passion, Selfish, 0 - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
+ At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Honoré de Balzac, Promise, Talent, 0 - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
+ A vocation is born to us all; happily most of us meet promptly our twin,–occupation. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Honoré de Balzac, Born, Occupation, Twins, 0 - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
+ A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Honoré de Balzac, Love, Sea, 0 - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
+ Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Honoré de Balzac, Women, 0 - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
+ Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Honoré de Balzac, House, Literature, Ruins, 0 - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
+ Reproach is usually honest, which is more than can be said of praise. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Honoré de Balzac, Honest, Praise, 0 - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
All kinds of frankness and honesty are terrible crimes in the eyes of society. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep. Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
