Alfred de Musset

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One must not trifle with love.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Love
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Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Poetry
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There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Happiness
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I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
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With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world.
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The return makes one love the farewell.
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The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
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How glorious it is - and also how painful - to be an exception.
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Great artists have no country.
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Things they don't understand always cause a sensation among the English.
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Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.
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Collection: Real
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I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
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Collection: Hands
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Perfection does not exist; to understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.
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Collection: Perfection
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Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Love
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The only truth is love beyond reason.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Love Is
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Take time as it comes, the wind as it blows, woman as she is.
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Collection: Inspirational
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The only true language in the world is a kiss.
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Collection: Love
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... but one loves, and when one is on the brink of death, one turns around to look backward, and one says to oneself: "I have often suffered, I have sometimes been wrong, but I have loved.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Love
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The mouth keeps silent to hear the heart speak.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Heart
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life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream
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Collection: Dream
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Memory is what makes us young or old.
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Collection: Memories
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In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Dream
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Take love as a sober man takes wine; do not become a drunkard. If your mistress is sincere and faithful, love her for that; but if she is not, if she is merely young and beautiful, love her for that; if she is agreeable and spirituelle, love her for that; if she is none of these things but merely loves you, love her for that. Love does not come to us every day.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Love
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The glass I drink from is not large, but at least it is my own.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Glasses
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I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
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Collection: Stars
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Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines, what hidden recesses, what secret compartments! It is an entire world that each one carries within him, an unknown world that is born and dies in silence! What solitudes all these human bodies are!
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Men
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You’re like a lighthouse shining beside the sea of humanity, motionless: all you can see is your own reflection in the water. You’re alone, so you think it’s a vast, magnificent panorama. You haven’t sounded the depths. You simply believe in the beauty of God’s creation. But I have spent all this time in the water, diving deep into the howling ocean of life, deeper than anyone. While you were admiring the surface, I saw the shipwrecks, the drowned bodies, the monsters of the deep
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Believe
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Reason may cure illusions, but not suffering.
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Collection: Suffering
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I see that you believe in love such as the poets and romancers have represented... The poets represent love as the sculptors design beauty, as the musicians create melody; that is to say, endowed with an exquisite nervous organization, they gather up with discerning ardor the purest elements of life, the most beautiful lines of matter, and the most harmonious voices of nature.... To try to find in real life such love as this, eternal and absolute, is the same thing as to seek on the public squares such a woman as Venus or to expect nightingales to sing the symphonies of Beethoven.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Love
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Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Teacher
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The costliest women are the ones who cost nothing.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Cost
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The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine
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Collection: Heart
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What I need is a woman who is something, anything: either very beautiful or very kind or in the last resort very wicked; very witty or very stupid, but something.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Beautiful
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I have come too late into a world too old.
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Collection: Too Late
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Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels.
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Collection: Cigar
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A happy memory is perhaps on this earth truer than happiness itself.
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Collection: Memories
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Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Wine
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Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.
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Collection: Happiness
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Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives
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Collection: Abuse
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The soft contralto notes of a woman's voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Heart
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If you are weak, dependent upon others, inclined to allow yourself to be dominated by opinion, to take root wherever you see a little soil, make for yourself a shield that will resist everything, for if you yield to your weaker nature you will not grow, you will dry up like a dead plant, and you will bear neither fruit nor flowers.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Flower
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The most disagreeable thing that your worst enemy says to your face does not approach what your best friends say behind your back.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Worst Enemy
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The fumes of wine fermented in my head; it was one of those moments of intoxication when all that ones sees and hears, speaks to one of the adored.... One would willingly embrace all who smile, and one feels that he is brother of all who live.
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Collection: Brother
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The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Heart
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If love is a play, this play, as old as the world, fiasco or not, it is, all in all, the least bad thing that has so far been found. The roles are trite, I admit, but if the play had no value the whole universe wouldn’t know it by heart
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Heart
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One must not trifle with love
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Collection: Love
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I could not clearly distinguish what was passing in my head; it seemed to me that I was under the influence of a horrible dream and that I had but to awake to find myself cured; at times it seemed that my entire life had been a dream, ridiculous and childish, the falseness of which had just been disclosed.
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Collection: Dream
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As all the perfumes of the vanished dayRise from the earth still moistened with the dewSo from my chastened soul beneath thy rayOld love is born anew.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Love Is
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Experience is the name men give to their follies or their sorrows.
- Alfred de Musset
Collection: Men