Top 48 Edmond Rostand Quotes
#1. Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear homevoices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smokewreaths Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets Cyrano Act 5.
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#3. Always the answer - yes! Let me die so -
Under some rosy-golden sunset, saying
A good thing, for a good cause! By the sword,
The point of honor - by the hand of one
Worthy to be my foeman, let me fall -
Steel in my heart, and laughter on my lips!
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#4. Speak to me ... be eloquent, be brilliant for me. Improvise! Rhapsodize! ... I ask for cream and you give me milk and water ... Please gather your dreams together into words. - Roxanne, Cyrano de Bergerac
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#6. A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving; 'tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.
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#8. While master of myself, I'll not permit
The soothing beauty of a tear to roll
Along the crooked contours of this nose.
There's a sublimity in tears; and I
Would not debase them;
I would never turn
Something sublime to the ridiculous.
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#9. My wit is more polished than your mustache. The truth which I speak strikes more sparks from men's hearts than your spurs do from the cobblestones.
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#10. ROXANE. One hundred men against one: you! - So, good bye! - We are the best of friends, are we not? CYRANO. Assuredly, we are!
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#11. The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life, without a dream?
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#12. My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own.
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#13. Well when I write my book, and tell the tale of my adventures
all these little stars that shake out of my cloak
I must save those to use for asterisks!
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#14. Watching other people making friends, everywhere, as a dog makes friends. I mark the manner of these canine courtesies and think, here comes, thank Heaven, another enemy!
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#15. The writer's voice, the honesty and candor that is present in that voice, is what must be written upon the page.
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#17. A man does not fight to win; it is better to fight in vain ...
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#18. Stay awhile! 'Tis sweet, ...
The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak
Our selves unseen, unseeing!
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#19. I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!
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#20. I love you more than yesterday, less than tomorrow.
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#21. All my laurels you have riven away, and my roses; yet in spite of you, there is one crown I bear away with me ... One thing without stain, unspotted from the world, in spite of doom mine own! And that is ... my white plume.
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#22. A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
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#23. I love you, but I should poorly serve the work to which I devote myself anew at the side of one to whom it were less than the greatest thing in the world!
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#25. A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
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#26. I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!
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#28. I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
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#29. I would die at the stake rather than change a semi-colon!
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#30. And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.
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#32. To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero; panache is therefore a timid heroism, like the smile with which one excuses one's superiority.
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#33. You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
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#35. Stale words, what are they worth?
A moment comes and God help those for whom it never comes.
When love of such nobility possesses this shaking frame
That even the sweetest word, the ultimate honey, stings like vinegar.
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#36. Cyrano: The leaves
Roxane: What color
Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall.
Cyrano: Yes
they know how to die. A little way
From the branch to the earth, a little fear
Of mingling with the common dust
and yet
They go down gracefully
a fall that seems
Like flying!
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#37. A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath that's given closer than before; A promise more precise; the sealing of Confessions that till then were barely breathed; A rosy dot placed on the i in loving.
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#38. I was wondering aimlessly; too many road were open ... too many resolves, too complex, allowed of being taken. I took ... by far the simplest of them all.
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#39. Proclaim your pride and bitterness loudly to the world, but to me speak softly, and tell me simply that she doesn't love you.
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#40. How obvious it is now
the gift you gave him. All those letters, they were you ... All those beautiful powerful words, they were you!.. The voice from the shadows, that was you ... You always loved me! Roxanne
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#41. Oh, don't take it so hard. I drove into this madness. Every woman needs a little madness in her life.
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#43. My heart to yours sends but one cry:
If kisses fast could flee
By letter, then with your sweet lips
My letters read should be!
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#44. They know how to die-a little way from the branch to the earth, a little fear of mingling with common dust and yet they go down gracefully-a fail that seems like flying!
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#45. After all, what is a kiss? A vow made at closer range, a more precise promise, a confession that contains its own proof, a seal placed on a pact that has already been signed; it's a secret told to the mouth rather than to the ear.
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#47. My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.
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#48. No, In fairy tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says 'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast But I remain the same, up to the last!
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