Honore De Balzac Quotes
It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.
Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.
The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Many people claim coffee inspires them, but, as everybody knows, coffee only makes boring people even more boring.
It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.
How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!
It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.
A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons - the least rewarded of all forms of courage.
Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.
The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman's destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.
All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all.
Like hunger, physical love is a necessity. But man's appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself as he leaves the boudoir of a lady.
Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
