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
sex mind
the mind has no sex ...
secret littles prudes
There are no more thorough prudes than those who have some little secret to hide.
mother grief thinking
I loved [fairy stories] so, and my mother weighed down by grief had given up telling me them. At Nohant I found Mmes. d'Ardony's and Perrault's tales in old editions which became my chief joy for five or six years ... I've never read them since, but I could tell each tale straight through, and I don't think anything in all one's intellecutal life can be compared to these delights of imagination.
lying kissing hands
Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless - one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to her.
lying experience may
Experience is always a trustworthy guide; it may not tell you everything, but it never lies.
Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.
faith like-love want
faith is like love; when you want it you can't find it, and you find it when you least expect it.
unrequited-love love-is errors
Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth.
love-is cease
Not to love is to cease to live.
order giving humans
No human creature can give orders to love.
different aging old-woman
The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.
beauty eye soul
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
poetry noble delight
He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.
happiness lying consciousness
Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it.