Oh, my dear, my tragedy is that you don’t need to be loved as I know how to love. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse
Nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse
I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse
I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse
If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse
Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains. — Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse
