Honore de Balzac Quotes

Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.

Looking at them now, thought Jim, you'd never believe they weren't in love with each other, and not with a hopeless, doomed obsession like poor Isabel Meredith. This was what love ought to be like: playful and passionate and teasing, and dangerous, too, with sharp intelligence in it.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

As that gallant can best affect a pretended passion for one woman who has no true love for another, so he that has no real esteem for any of the virtues can best assume the appearance of them all.

Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name.

The virtuous will be sure to speak uprightly; but those whose speech is upright may not be virtuous.

Only lovers know the value and magnanimity of truth.

Whatever I did, I did with love and I did with honesty.

Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting.

All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.

I give myself to my parts as to a lover.

I don't actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn't true it can't be love.

Wish chastely, and love dearly.

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love

By work alone, men may get to where Buddha got largely by meditation or Christ by prayer. Buddha was a working Jnani, Christ was a Bhakta, but the same goal was reached by both of them. Good motives, sincerity, and infinite love can conquer the world. One single soul possessed of these virtues can destroy the dark designs of millions of hypocrites and brutes.

Love is above the laws, above the opinion of men; it is the truth, the flame, the pure element, the primary idea of the moral world.

If we are to love sincerely, and with simplicity, we must first of all overcome the fear of not being loved.

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.

If love be a god, why should not lovers be virtuous?

It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.

Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.

A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.