Honore de Balzac

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

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A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#also #beacon #fond #fond memories #future

Love is the poetry of the senses. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

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A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

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The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

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Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#handsome #intelligent #love #loves #nobody

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

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The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

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A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#fears #hour #joys #life #long

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

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