George Sand, pen name for Amandine Lucte Aurore Dupin, Baronne Dudevant

George
Sand, pen name for Amandine Lucte Aurore Dupin, Baronne Dudevant
1804
1876

French Writer, Memoirist and Novelist

Author Quotes

Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.

I love everything that makes up a milieu, the rolling of the carriages and the noise of the workmen in Paris, the cries of a thousand birds in the country, the movement of the ships on the waters. I love also absolute, profound silence, and, in short, I love everything that is around me, no matter where I am.

Know how to replace in your heart, by the happiness of those you love, the happiness that may be wanting to yourself.

No place is ugly to those who understand the virtues and sweetness of everything that God has made.

The maid told him that a girl and a child had come looking for him, but since she didn't know them, she hadn't cared to ask them in, and had told them to go on to Mers. Why didn't you let them in? asked Germain angrily. People must be very suspicious in this part of the world, if they won't open the front door to a neighbor. Well, naturally! replied the maid. In a house as rich as this, you have to keep a close watch on things. While the master's away I'm responsible for everything, and I can't just open the door to anyone at all. That's a mean way to live, said Germain; I'd rather be poor than live in fear like that. Good-bye to you, miss, and good-bye to this horrible country of yours!

We must love stupid people better than ourselves; are they not the really unfortunate ones of this world? Do not people without taste and without ideal grow constantly weary, rejoicing in nothing, and being quite useless here below?

Can one thus resume one's self? Can one know one's self? Is one ever somebody? I don't know anything about it anymore. It now seems to me that one changes from day to day and that every few years one becomes a new being.

I loved [fairy stories] so, and my mother weighed down by grief had given up telling me them. At Nohant I found Mmes. d'Ardony's and Perrault's tales in old editions which became my chief joy for five or six years... I've never read them since, but I could tell each tale straight through, and I don't think anything in all one's intellectual life can be compared to these delights of imagination.

Learned women are ridiculed because they put to shame unlearned men.

No religion can be built on force.

The mind has no sex.

Weakness is oftentimes so palpable as to be equivalent to wickedness.

Classification is Ariadne's clue through the labyrinth of nature.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

Let me escape the liar and criminal illusion of happiness! Give me work, fatigue, pain and excitement.

Nothing is so easy as to deceive one’s self when one does not lack wit and is familiar with all the niceties of language. Language is a prostitute queen who descends and rises to all roles. Disguises herself, arrays herself in fine apparel, hides her head and effaces herself; an advocate who has an answer for everything, who has always foreseen everything, and who assumes a thousand forms in order to be right. The most honorable of men is he who thinks best and acts best, but the most powerful is he who is best able to talk and write

The most honest of men is the one who thinks and acts best, but the most powerful is the one who writes and speaks best.

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.

Discouragement seizes us only when we can no longer count on chance.

I see upon their noble brows the seal of the Lord, for they were born kings of the earth far more truly than those who possess it only from having bought it.

Let us accept truth, even when it surprises us and alters our views.

Nothing resembles selfishness more closely than self-respect.

The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.

When they are among us cats are angels.

A day will come when everything in my life will be changed, when I shall do good to others, when someone will love me, when I shall give my whole heart to the man which gives me his; meanwhile, you will suffer in silence and keep my love as a reward for him who shall set me free.

Author Picture
First Name
George
Last Name
Sand, pen name for Amandine Lucte Aurore Dupin, Baronne Dudevant
Birth Date
1804
Death Date
1876
Bio

French Writer, Memoirist and Novelist