Cyrano de Bergerac Quotes

“You may go— Or tell me why are you staring at my nose!”

“Speak to her Speak, man!”

“And to complete This Punchinello figure—such a nose!— My lords, there is no such nose as that nose.”

“She creates grace in her own image, brings Heaven to earth in one movement of her hand.”

“Whom I love? Think a moment. Think of me— Me, whom the plainest woman would despise— Me, with this nose of mine that marches on Before me by a quarter of an hour! Whom should I love? Why—of course—it must be The woman in the world most beautiful.”

“And why not? If you love her, tell her so!”

“Forgive me For being light and vain and loving you Only because you were beautiful.”

“I wish I had a woman too, Walking with little steps under the moon, And holding my arm so, and smiling.”

“I do not love you . . . I adore you!”

“There comes one moment, once—and God help those Who pass that moment by!—when Beauty stands Looking into the soul with grave, sweet eyes That sicken at pretty words!”

“Who knows her smile has known a perfect thing.”

“For a great nose indicates a great man.”

“Why, there is nothing more sublime than tears.”

“Yes, all our souls are written in our eyes!”

“But since Death comes, I meet him still afoot . . . And sword in hand!”

“But who fights ever hoping for success? I fought for lost cause, and for fruitless quest!”

“I know you now, old enemies of mine! Falsehood! . . . Have at you! Ha! and Compromise! Prejudice, Treachery!. . . Surrender, I? Parley? No, never! You too, Folly,—you? I know that you will lay me low at last; Let be! Yet I fall fighting, fighting still!”

“Yet I fall fighting, fighting still!”

“Who was everything, yet was naught.”

“But I have had your friendship—grace to you A woman’s charm has passed across my path.”

“There was the allegory of my whole life: I, in the shadow, at the ladder’s foot, While others lightly mount to Love and Fame!”

″‘To be struck down, Pierced by sword i’ the heart, from a hero’s hand!′ That I had dreamed. O mockery of Fate! —Killed, I! of all men—in an ambuscade! Struck from behind, and by a lackey’s hand! ‘Tis very well. I am foiled, foiled in all, Even in my death.”