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
flower oblivion graves
Oblivion is the flower that grows best on graves.
obstacles made evident
To be made evident, truth must be sought for; for of itself it is slow to appear, and between ourselves and God the obstacles are so many!
flower love-is feet
... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.
simplicity silence one-love
Simplicity, a delicate silence about oneself, increases their worth and makes one love those whom one admires.
progress treasure language
... the progress of the language has caused us to lose many old treasures. It is thus with all progress, and one must make the best of it.
childhood triumph incomparable
... what is there over which the incomparable beauty of childhood would not triumph?
feelings losing blame
No human being can control love, and no one is to blame either for feeling it or for losing it. What alone degrades a woman is falsehood.
self intellectual able
living for oneself is a bad thing. The keenest intellectual pleasure comes from being able to return to the self after being absent from it for a spell. But living all the time inside the self, that most tyrannical, demanding and capricious of companions - no, one shouldn't do it.
home men doors
It seems to me that the earth belongs to God who made it and entrusted it to men as a perpetual home. But it cannot have been part of His plan that some men should be ill with overfeeding and that others should die of starvation. No matter what anyone can say they cannot prevent me from feeling sad and angry when I see a beggar crying at a rich man's door.
friends ignored neglected
It is always the best friends who are neglected and ignored.
freedom thinking silence
You may impose silence upon me, but you can not prevent me from thinking.
thinking may honey
One never knows how much a family may grow; and when a hive is too full, and it is necessary to form a new swarm, each one thinks of carrying away his own honey.
humanity life-is vain
...Je n’ai pas cessé de l’être si c’est d’être jeune que d’aimer toujours !... L’humanité n’est pas un vain mot. Notre vie est faite d’amour, et ne plus aimer c’est ne plus vivre." (I have never ceased to be young, if being young is always loving... Humanity is not a vain word. Our life is made of love, and to love no longer is to live no longer.)
experience too-late lessons
The lessons of experience are always learned too late.