Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.
George SandOnce my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
George SandButterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
George SandI love everything that makes up a milieu, the rolling of the carriages and the noise of the workmen in Paris, the cries of a thousand birds in the country, the movement of the ships on the waters. I love also absolute, profound silence, and, in short, I love everything that is around me, no matter where I am.
George Sand