Alfred de Musset
Alfred de Musset
Alfred Louis Charles de Musset-Pathaywas a French dramatist, poet, and novelist. Along with his poetry, he is known for writing the autobiographical novel La Confession d'un enfant du siècle...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth11 December 1810
CountryFrance
heart land devotion
The life of a devotee is a crusade of which the heart is the Holy Land.
flower heart eye
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. The sap of your life will dissipate into the formation of a useless bark; all your actions will be as colorless as the leaves of the willow; you will have no tears to water you, but those from your own eyes, to nourish you, no heart but your own.
heart voice notes
The soft contralto notes of a woman's voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.
heart love-is play
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
heart love-is shrines
The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine
heart silence mouths
The mouth keeps silent to hear the heart speak.
cost
The costliest women are the ones who cost nothing.
discovery disgrace synonym
Disgrace is the synonym of discovery.
alive poet young
Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.
dream reality want
Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?
space brain gone
What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.
christianity emperor ruined
Christianity ruined emperors, but saved peoples.
past curiosity world
The apartments of the rich are cabinets of curiosities: a conglomeration of classical antiquity, gothic, renaissance; Louis XIII... Something from every century but our own, a predicament that has arisen in no other period... so that we seem to be subsisting on the ruins of the past, as if the end of the world were near.
stars down-and breathe
I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them