Edmond Rostand Quotes

Speak to me...be eloquent, be brilliant for me. Improvise! Rhapsodize!... I ask for cream and you give me milk and water... Please gather your dreams together into words. - Roxanne, Cyrano de Bergerac

Stay awhile! 'Tis sweet,. . .
The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak
Our selves unseen, unseeing!

Your neck. I want to kiss it.

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

Oh, don't take it so hard. I drove into this madness. Every woman needs a little madness in her life.

She is a mortal danger without meaning to be one; she's exquisite without giving ita thought; shes a trap set by nature, a rose in which love lies in ambush!

Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She creates grace without movement and makes all divinity fit into her slightest gesture.

And neither Venus in her shell, nor Diana striding in the great, blossoming forest, can compare to her when she goes through the streets of paris in her sedan chair.

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.

Koľká rozkoš! Tušíme sa len. Vy žúžoľ plášťa zriete splývať v dlhý tieň, ja letnej šaty vašej úbeľ vidím zas, ja som len tôňa temná, vy ste svetla jas!

Yes, I'd rather be shy than smart; a foolish diffidence constrains my heart. I reach for a star; then, from a morbid dread of ridicule, I pluck a flower instead.

I know that in the end you'll overwhelm me, but I'll still fight you as long as there's a breath in my body... Yes, you've robbed me of everything: the laurels of glory, the roses of love! But there's one thing you can't take away from me. When I go to meet God this evening, and doff my hat before the lofty gates, my salute will sweep the blue threshold of heaven, because I'll still have one thing intact, without a stain, something that I'll take with me in spite of you: My white plume.

"To sing, to laugh, to dream, to walk in my own way and be alone, free, with an eye to see things as they are, a voice that means manhood — to cock my hat where I choose — At a word, a Yes, a No, to fight — or write. To travel any road under the sun, under the stars, nor doubt if fame or fortune lie beyond the bourne — Never to make a line I have not heard in my own heart; yet, with all modesty to say: "My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.

Mais on ne se bat pas dans l'espoir d'un succès.
Non ! Non, c'est bien plus beau lorsque c'est inutile.

All our souls are written in our eyes.

Noi abbiamo sempre in tasca lettere pronte per la divinità... Frutto della nostra fantasia, visto che apparteniamo a quella razza d'uomini che per amante si prendono un sogno soffiato nella bolla d'un nome!

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.