More Quotes by Jean Racine
Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.
My only hope lies in my despair.
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
Without money honor is merely a disease.
I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?
I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?
