I do not comprehend those rules of conduct that make us so content with self and so cold to those we love. I detest prudence, I even hate (suffer me to say so) those duties of friendship which substitute propriety for interest, and circumspection for feeling. How shall I say it? I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me.
Oh! how many times we die before death! - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
Oh! how many times we die before death!
- Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness. - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.
Oh, my dear, my tragedy is that you don't need to be loved as I know how to love. - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
Oh, my dear, my tragedy is that you don't need to be loved as I know how to love.
Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains. - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains.
I do not comprehend those rules of conduct that make us so content with self and so cold to those we love. I detest prudence, I even hate (suffer me … - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
I do not comprehend those rules of conduct that make us so content with self and so cold to those we love. I detest prudence, I even hate (suffer me …
I read what I feel, and not what I see. - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
I read what I feel, and not what I see.
I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me. - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me.
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul. - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.
Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a soul? - Jeanne Julie Eleonore De Lespinasse
Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a soul?
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