Edmond Rostand
Edmond Rostand
Edmond Eugène Alexis Rostandwas a French poet and dramatist. He is associated with neo-romanticism, and is known best for his play Cyrano de Bergerac. Rostand's romantic plays contrasted with the naturalistic theatre popular during the late nineteenth century. Another of Rostand's works, Les Romanesques, was adapted to the musical comedy, The Fantasticks...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth1 April 1868
CountryFrance
love-you pride world
Proclaim your pride and bitterness loudly to the world, but to me speak softly, and tell me simply that she doesn't love you.
stakes dies
I would die at the stake rather than change a semi-colon!
heart men mustache
My wit is more polished than your mustache. The truth which I speak strikes more sparks from men's hearts than your spurs do from the cobblestones.
kissing necks want
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
weed flower garden
My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
strong war heart
I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!
night light admirable
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
taken flower heart
A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love'. A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips!
soul noses may
A great nose may be an index Of a great soul
men mustache spurs
My wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs.
cutting men ideas
I have a different idea of elegance. I don't dress like a fop, it's true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear in public with a soiled conscience, a tarnished honor, threadbare scruples, or an insult that I haven't washed away. I'm always immaculately clean, adorned with independence and frankness. I may not cut a stylish figure, but I hold my soul erect. I wear my deeds as ribbons, my wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs.
fashion song war
I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!
kissing secret ears
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
moral manners pleasure
To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.