No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.
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Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.
A man may and ought to pride himself more on his will than on his talent.
Is there any instinct more deeply implanted in the heart of man than the pride of protection, a protection which is constantly exerted for a fragile and defenceless creature?
She who is really a wife, one in heart, flesh, and bone, must follow wherever he leads, in whom her life, her strength, her pride, and happiness are centered.
The causes that govern the heart appear to be wholly alien to the results achieved. Are the forces that moved a desperate criminal the same that fill a martyr with pride, as both mount...
Beaucoup d’hommes ont un orgueil qui les pousse a’ cacher leurs combats et a’ ne se montrer que victorieux. Many men have pride that causes them to hide their combats and to only show...
This surface good-nature which captivates a new acquaintance and is no bar to treachery, which knows no scruple and is never at fault for an excuse, which makes an outcry at the wound which...
Many men nourish a pride which urges them to conceal their struggles and show themselves only as conquerors.
A woman’s greatest charm consists in a constant appeal to a man’s generosity by a gracious declaration of helplessness which fills him with pride and awakens the most magnificent feelings in his heart.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.
Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering...
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.
Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew when he sees himself threatened by a rival.
The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.
Love is the only passion which suffers neither past nor future.
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.