Edmond Rostand quotes

Live, for I love you! (Edmond Rostand)

A man is not old as long as he is seeking something.

Edmond Rostand

To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.

Edmond Rostand

No, In fairy tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says 'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast But I remain the same, up to the last!

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I loved but once, yet twice I lose my love!

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You strip from me the laurel and the rose! Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing I hold against you all, and when, tonight, I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed, Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue, One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch, I bear away despite you ... My panache.

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A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.

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The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life, without a dream?

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I fall back dazzled at beholding myself all rosy red, At having, I myself, caused the sun to rise.

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Without doubt I can teach crowing: for I gobble.

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Call no one. Leave me not;
When you come back, I should be gone for aye. (Edmond Rostand)

And sounding in advance its victory, My song jets forth so clear, so proud, so peremptory, That the horizon, seized with a rosy trembling, Obeys me.

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A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

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Rhymer, brawler, and musician, Famed for his lunar expedition, And the unnumbered duels he fought, - And lover also, - by interposition! - Here lies Hercule Savinien De Cyrano de Bergerac, Who was everything, yet was naught. I cry you pardon, but I may not stay; See, the moon-ray that comes to call me hence! I would not bid you mourn less faithfully That good, brave Christian: I would only ask That when my body shall be cold in clay You wear those sable mourning weeds for two, And mourn awhile for me, in mourning him.

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Malebranche would have it that not a soul is left; we humbly think that there still are hearts.

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You blessed my life! Never on me had rested woman's love.

Edmond Rostand

My pessimism goes to the point of suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.

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I know you now, old enemies of mine! Falsehood! Have at you! Ha! and Compromise! Prejudice, Treachery! ... Surrender, I? Parley? No, never! You too, Folly, - you? I know that you will lay me low at last; Let be! Yet I fall fighting, fighting still!

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Yes, a poet, ... and, to such an extent, that while we fence, I will, hop!, extempore, compose you a ballade!

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What say you? It is useless? Ay, I know But who fights ever hoping for success?

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That, my dear sir, or something not unlike, is what you could have said to me, had you the smallest leaven of letters or wit; but of wit, O most pitiable of objects made by God, you never had a rudiment, and of letters, you have just those that are needed to spell "fool!" (Edmond Rostand)

Of my broad felt made lighter, I cast my mantle broad, And stand, poet and fighter, To do and to record. I bow, I draw my sword ... En garde! With steel and wit I play you at first abord ... At the last line, I hit!

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Ah, no, young man, that is not enough!

Edmond Rostand

She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it, and possesses charms that she's not even aware of. She is like a trap set by nature - a sweet perfumed rose in whose petals Cupid lurks in ambush! Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture. Venus in her shell was never so lovely, and Diana in the forest never so graceful as my Lady when she strides through Paris!

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You blessed my life! Never on me had rested woman's love. My mother even could not find me fair: I had no sister; and, when grown a man, I feared the mistress who would mock at me. But I have had your friendship - grace to you A woman's charm has passed across my path.

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