Author of quotes: George Sand. Page 3

Fear only the one you hate. Why do You desire that I was afraid of You?

Ask God for eternal life with someone you love as a reward for faithfulness in our multiple earthly life.

People who are evil, are simply sick people. Don't think about them, leave that to the doctors.

All women... so in a hurry to love, that suddenly their love disappears and they never know why.

... Do not rush to give vent to his impatience bless and hold in his ardent soul the desire to prolong as much as possible, it's blinding hope, this youthfulness of heart, which flies for one day and never returned.

In life there is only one happiness - to love and be loved.

Whatever our natural pride, or the perfection of our life, it often happens that the severe charges, take us by surprise and mentally we are restoring their traversed path, wanting above all to see that the rebuke is not deserved.

There are many people who imagine that they will become more important than offending others; but there are also many who believe that patronizing others, they elevate themselves.

I loved art and for the sake of art. But I never shared the same thoughts these are inseparable things: his life and the lives of Anzoleto. And when this is an integral half of my life will be taken away from me, I don't see how I can love anyone else.

He cheats you, humiliates you, then you seek to justify it. However, I did not want to encourage you nor hate him, no anger, only calm and indifference. The actions of this man are derived from his character.

Envious souls tend to hate people because they supposedly Rob them of happiness.

You know that a man can envy the talent of women, if he's a ham actor; know that the beloved can angrily refer to the success of the woman, if the scope of their activities is theatre. After all, the actor, Consuelo, not a man, he is a woman. He lives a painful vanity. thinks only of satisfying his vanity, working to ablanitsa vanity... the Beauty of a woman hurting him, her talent is dim, diminish his own. The woman is his rival, or, rather, he is the rival of the woman; in him all pettiness, all the moods, all the demands. all the funny side of the yoke. That is the nature of most of the men who labored on the stage. Of course there are great exceptions, but they are so rare, so valuable, that is before they have to bow, they should be given more respect than the most famous scientist.

Righteous heaven! How can you make such mistakes, giving the fire of genius such ugly heads.

Truly, we are tied to women not so much corruption as the pleasure of living beside them.