“ CYRANO:Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell,And as I ever tremble, thinking of thee,Ever the bell shakes, ever thy name ringeth!All things of thine I mind, for I love all things;I know that last… Edmond Rostand
“ A kiss! When all is said, what is a kiss? An oath of allegiance taken in closer proximity, a promise more precise, a seal on a confession, a rose-red dot upon the letter i in loving; a secret which el… Edmond Rostand
“ A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love'. A kiss is a secret which ta… Edmond Rostand
“ I have a different idea of elegance. I don't dress like a fop, it's true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear in public with a soiled conscience, a tarnished honor, threadbare scruples… Edmond Rostand
“ I know that in the end you'll overwhelm me, but I'll still fight you as long as there's a breath in my body... Yes, you've robbed me of everything: the laurels of glory, the roses of love! But there's… Edmond Rostand
“ My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own. Edmond Rostand
“ 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! Edmond Rostand
“ 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. Edmond Rostand
“ Proclaim your pride and bitterness loudly to the world, but to me speak softly, and tell me simply that she doesn't love you. Edmond Rostand
“ ...But...to sing,to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free,with a voice that stirs and an eye that still can see!To cock your hat to one side, when you pleaseat a yes, a no, to fight, or- make… Edmond Rostand
“ Cyrano: The leaves---Roxane: What color---Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall.Cyrano: Yes---they know how to die. A little wayFrom the branch to the earth, a little fearOf mingling with the common… Edmond Rostand
“ I carry my adornments on my soul.I do not dress up like a popinjay;But inwardly, I keep my daintiness.I do not bear with me, by any chance,An insult not yet washed away- a conscienceYellow with unpurg… Edmond Rostand
