Honore de Balzac Quotes

Vanity, not love, has been my folly.

He fell in love with himself at first sight, and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited.

Football is about winning; it's that simple. You have to love what you do. If you're here for the money, than you don't belong here.

Some men are so full of themselves that when they fall in love, they amuse themselves rather with their own passion than with theperson they love.

Hoping to fashion a mirror, the lover doth polish the face of his beloved until he produces a skull.

I'm dominated by Love, By my passion of love for Love

Vanity is illustrated in the cause and effect of love, as in the case of Cleopatra.

Love loves to love love.

To what will love not stoop!

I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.

Falling in love makes smoking pot all day look like the ultimate in restraint.

As men advance in life, all passions resolve themselves into money. Love, ambition, even poetry, end in this.

How I waited for you! How I longed for you! he stammered. "I thought of you all the time. I saw you all the time. Your smile was everywhere." He lowered his voice and added, "Sometimes when people were talking commonplaces and your name happened to be mentioned, It would go through my heart like an electric current.

When we do what we really love, money will come, the door will open. We feel useful and work as a game that

There are other books in a man's library besides Ovid, and after dawdling ever so long at a woman's knee, one day he gets up and is free. We have all been there; we have all had the fever--the strongest and the smallest, from Samson, Hercules, Rinaldo, downward: but it burns out, and you get well.

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.

A fan's love for an artist is so deep, I know I will go whatever depths it takes to learn about people that I'm in love with.

On our honeymoon we talked and talked. We stayed in a beachfront villa, and we drank rum and lemonade and talked so much that I never even noticed what color the sea was. Whenever I need to stop and remind myself how much I once loved Andrew, I only need to think about this. That the ocean covers seven tenths of the earth's surface, and yet my husband could make me not notice it.

I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!

You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.

To be wedded to an idea may be, after all, the holiest and happiest of marriages.

Never do things for money. It's always the things you do for love that turn out to pay the best.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else.