Le véritable amour est éternel, infini, toujours semblable à lui-même ; il est égal et pur, sans démonstrations violentes ; il se voit en cheveux bla… - Honoré de Balzac

" "

Le véritable amour est éternel, infini, toujours semblable à lui-même ; il est égal et pur, sans démonstrations violentes ; il se voit en cheveux blancs, toujours jeune de cœur.

French
Collect this quote

About Honoré de Balzac

Honoré de Balzac (20 May 1799 – 18 August 1850) was a French novelist. Along with Flaubert, he is generally regarded as a founding father of realism in European literature.

Biography information from Wikiquote

Also Known As

Alternative Names: Balzac Horace de Saint- Aubin Onoreh deh Balzaḳ Lord R'Hoone Ônôrē de Balzaq Jeune ceélibataire Onore de Balzak Honorato De Balzac H. Balzak Honoreé De Balzac H. Balzac Horace de S.- Aubin Honoriusz Balzac Un Jeune ceélibataire Lord O'Rhoone Ūnūrīh dī Balzāk R'Hoone Onore de Bal'zak Hônôrê đơ Banzăc Honore de Balzak de. Balzac Honorato Balzac Horace de Saint-Aubin Honoré de Balsac Honoreé de Balzac Baruzakku Pa-erh-cha-kʻo Honoré. Balzac Honoreé DeBalzac Onore. Bal'zak Onorato di Balzac Honoriusz. Balzac H. de Balzac Onore Balzéak Honoriusz. Balzak Instituteur Matricante Pa-erh-cha-kò Saint Aubin Ba’erzhake Honoryusz. Balzac Abbeé Savonati Honoräe de Balzac Honoratus de Balzac A. de Villergleé Honoré Balssa Honoré De Balzac Ba'erzhake Saint Aubin de Poitiers M. de Balzac Onore Balʹzak Honore de Bal'zac Balzak H. de. Balzac Honoreé von Balzac Honore de Balzac Jeune ceelibataire Honoree De Balzac Honoree de Balzac Un Jeune ceelibataire Honore de Balsac Honore. Balzac Honoree DeBalzac Onore Balzeak Pa-erh-cha-ko Abbee Savonati A. de Villerglee Honore Balssa Honoree von Balzac
Works in ChatGPT, Claude, or Any AI

Add semantic quote search to your AI assistant via MCP. One command setup.

Related quotes. More quotes will automatically load as you scroll down, or you can use the load more buttons.

Additional quotes by Honoré de Balzac

A penniless man who has no ties to bind him is master of himself at any rate, but a luckless wretch who is in love no longer belongs to himself, and may not take his own life. Love makes us almost sacred in our own eyes; it is the life of another that we revere within us; then and so begins for us the cruelest trouble of all.

Loading...