Author: Honore de Balzac

Quotes

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

- Honore de Balzac

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

- Honore de Balzac

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

- Honore de Balzac

When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.

When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.

- Honore de Balzac

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

- Honore de Balzac

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

- Honore de Balzac

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

- Honore de Balzac

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

- Honore de Balzac

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

- Honore de Balzac

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