bon Dieu ne fait personne sans lui réserver son bonheur dans une autre personne. - George Sand

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bon Dieu ne fait personne sans lui réserver son bonheur dans une autre personne.

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About George Sand

Amandine-Aurore-Lucile Dupin, baronne Dudevant (1 July 1804 – 8 June 1876), most famous under her pseudonym George Sand, was a French novelist and a pioneer of feminism.

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Alternative Names: Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin Amandine Lucile Aurore Dupin Baroness Dudevant Jules Sand Lucie Dudevant Aurore Amantine Lucile Dupin Aurore Amantine Lucile Sand Amandine-Aaurore-Lucile Dupin George nee Dupin Sand Mrs. George Sand Georges Sand Amandine-Aurore-Lucile Dudevant Amandine-Aaurore-Lucile Dudevant Lucile Aurore Dupin A.A.L. Dudevant-Dupin

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… reason told me that wherever we are thrown on earth, no matter how false our position, no matter how debased those beings who surround us, our duty is to work to combat evil and allow good to triumph.

God abandons only those who abandon themselves, and whoever has the courage to shut up his sorrow within his own heart is stronger to fight against it than he who complains.

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"My good aunt Lucie was on the eve of marriage with an officer who was a friend of my father, and they were all celebrating in the intimacy of the family. My mother was wearing a pretty dress the color of roses. They were dancing a quadrille composed by my father, as he played on his faithful Cremona violin. . . . My mother, feeling a slight malaise, left the dance and went to her bedroom. Since she showed no signs of indisposition and had left so quietly, the dancing continued. My aunt Lucie, as it was ending, went to my mother's bedroom, and almost immediately she was heard to cry, "Come, come quickly, Maurice, you have a daughter!"

"She shall be called Aurore," said my father, "after my poor, dear mother, who is not here to bless her, but who will someday!"
And he took me in his arms. . . .
"She was born to the sound of music and in the color of
roses," said my aunt. "She will know happiness.

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