Top 15 Quotes & Sayings by Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse

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Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse

Jeanne Julie Éléonore de Lespinasse was a French salon holder and letter writer. She held a prominent salon in Paris during the Enlightenment. She is best-known today, however, for her letters, first published in 1809, which offer compelling accounts of two tragic love affairs.

November 9, 1732 - May 23, 1776
I read what I feel, and not what I see.
I do not comprehend those rules of conduct that make us so content with self and so cold to those we love. I detest prudence, I even hate (suffer me to say so) those duties of friendship which substitute propriety for interest, and circumspection for feeling. How shall I say it? I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me.
nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason. — © Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse
nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason.
Oh, my dear, my tragedy is that you don't need to be loved as I know how to love.
If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.
I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me.
Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a soul?
You soothe my soul. You fill it with so tender a sentiment that it is sweet to live during the time that I see you.
Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains.
I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair.
Oh! you shall see how well I know how to love! I can only love; I know only how to love! With moderate faculties, we can yet do much when we center them on a single object.
The logic of the heart is absurd
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.
none but the unhappy are worthy of friends; if your soul had never suffered never could you have entered mine.
Oh! how many times we die before death!
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