George Sand
George Sand
Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin, best known by her pseudonym George Sand, was a French novelist and memoirist. She is equally well known for her much publicized romantic affairs with a number of artists, including Polish-French composer and pianist Frédéric Chopin and the writer Alfred de Musset...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth1 July 1804
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
inspirational-love kindness treasure
Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure . . . true kindness.
ugly virtue made
No place is ugly to those who understand the virtues and sweetness of everything that God has made.
romantic-love long darkness
Life isn't always easy but so long as we have hope that we will find someone to help us through the darkness things will always get better. When we find that person, life suddenly explodes and darkness turns into a riot of colour. We're always looking for someone, what we need to remember is that someone is out there looking for us too.
heart love-is antidote
O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.
love women love-is
Where love is absent there can be no woman.
revolution
No one makes a revolution by himself.
children moving thinking
It is quite wrong to think of old age as a downward slope. On the contrary, one climbs higher and higher with the ad-vancing years, and that, too with sur-prising strides. Brain-work comes as easily to the old as physical exertion to the child. One is moving, it is true, towards the end of life, but that end is now a goal, and not a reef in which the vessel may be dashed.
love men law
If they are ignorant, they are despised, if learned, mocked. In love they are reduced to the status of courtesans. As wives they are treated more as servants than as companions. Men do not love them: they make use of them, they exploit them, and expect, in that way, to make them subject to the law of fidelity.
jealous doubt the-end-of-the-day
It is sad, no doubt, to exhaust one's strength and one's days in cleaving the bosom of this jealous earth, which compels us to wring from it the treasures of its fertility, when a bit of the blackest and coarsest bread is, at the end of the day's work, the sole recompense and the sole profit attaching to so arduous a toil.
work passion tasks
I know that I have found fulfillment. I have an object in life, a task ... a passion.
believe men justice
Believe in no other God than the one who insists on justice and equality among men.
kissing air lips
When I tried to draw near, you dissolved into air before my lips could touch you....
young-love needs danger
Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.
dream thinking years
Age continually alters the faces of those who think or study, and so their portraits differ from one another and don't even resemble them for very long. I dream so much and live so little that I'm sometimes only three years old. But the next day I'm three hundred, if the dream has been sombre.