21 Alfred De Musset Quotes That You Must Bookmark
Alfred Louis Charles de Musset-Pathay, popularly known as Alfred de Musset, is undoubtedly one of the greatest icons of French medieval history. His immense contribution in the field of poetry and drama is indeed great. He is popularly known for his autobiographical work ‘The Confession of a Child of the Century’ (La Confession d'un enfant du siècle). He was a prominent figure in the literary movement of Romanticism which was prevalent all across Europe during the Renaissance period in medieval period. Various music composers such as Georges Bizet and Ruggero Leoncavallo brought Alfred’s work in poetry to life with vocals and piano at various operas. He received the French honor of ‘Légion d'honneur’ and was also elected to the prestigious Académie française. Despite his achievements, his work was heavily criticized due to lack of vision, obscenity and immorality. From the great mind which gave us snippets such as “Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher”, here are few other famous quotes from this genius in medieval history.
How glorious it is – and also how painful – to be an exception.
Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives
Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.
Life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream
What I need is a woman who is something, anything: either very beautiful or very kind or in the last resort very wicked; very witty or very stupid, but something.
In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.
The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine
A happy memory is perhaps on this earth truer than happiness itself.
I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?
Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!
There are temptations more attractive than angels. Liberty, Patriotism, the good of humanity – words like that are the silver scales of the Tempter’s flaming wings
The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer
Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest
I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.
Your name, merely your name, floods my brain to a point of sweet disgust.
He, that same man, after having abandoned her, finds her after a night of orgie, pale and leaden, forever lost, with hunger on her lips and prostitution in her heart.
L’homme sans patience, c’est comme une lampe sans huile.
I dolori passeggeri bestemmiano e accusano il cielo; i grandi dolori non accusano nè bestemmiano. Ascoltano.
