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Edmond Rostand Biography

Edmond Eugène Alexis Rostand (French: [ʁɔstɑ̃]; 1 April 1868 – 2 December 1918) was a French poet and dramatist. He is associated with neo-romanticism and is known best for his play Cyrano de Bergerac. Rostand's romantic plays contrasted with the naturalistic theatre popular during the late nineteenth century. Another of Rostand's works, Les Romanesques, was adapted to the musical comedy The Fantasticks.

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My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.

Fear, Flower, Heart, Mind, Set, Stars

Speak to me. . . be eloquent, be brilliant for me. Improvise! Rhapsodize!. . . I ask for cream and you give me milk and water. . . Please gather your dreams together into words. - Roxanne, Cyrano de Bergerac

Dream, Eloquent, Giving, Improvise, Water, Words

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath that's given closer than before; A promise more precise; the sealing of Confessions that till then were barely breathed; A rosy dot placed on the i in loving.

Dots, Kissing, Placed, Precise, Promise

A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving.

Dots, Kiss, Kissing, Lips, Loving, Rosy

To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.

Hated, Love, Manners, Moral, Pleasure

She is a mortal danger without meaning to be one; she's exquisite without giving ita thought; shes a trap set by nature, a rose in which love lies in ambush! Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She creates grace without movement and makes all divinity fit into her slightest gesture. And neither Venus in her shell, nor Diana striding in the great, blossoming forest, can compare to her when she goes through the streets of paris in her sedan chair.

Ambush, Blossoming, Grace, Lying, Paris, Perfection

Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.

Facts, Fantasies, Fantasy, Take, Turn, Turns

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.

Men, Pessimist, Prematurely, Telling The Truth, Truth

I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!

Armies, Fight, Heart, Mortals, Strong, War

Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue.

Bells, Hangs, Heart, Name, Names, Tongue

A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love'. A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips!

Circle, Flower, Flowers, Heart, Kiss, Taken

I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!

Fashion, Proudest, Repeat, Song, War

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

Funny, Instead, Kissing, Romantic Love, Said, Told

Your neck. I want to kiss it.

Kissing, Want, Necks, Neck, Kiss

Roxane: His face is like yours, burning with spirit and imagination. He is proud and noble and young and fearless and beautiful- Cyrano:(losing all his colour. ) Beautiful! Roxane: Yes. What's wrong? Cyrano: With me? Nothing. It's only. . . only. . . (Displaying his bandaged hand, with a little smile. ) This fatal wound.

Beautiful, Fearless, Hands, Imagination, Roxane

After all, what is a kiss? A vow made at closer range, a more precise promise, a confession that contains its own proof, a seal placed on a pact that has already been signed; it's a secret told to the mouth rather than to the ear.

Already, Closer, Inspiring, Kissing, Secret

I would die at the stake rather than change a semi-colon!

Change, Die, Dies, Stake, Stakes

My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.

Call, Flower, Fruit, Garden, Satisfied, Weed

Proclaim your pride and bitterness loudly to the world, but to me speak softly, and tell me simply that she doesn't love you.

Love, Love You, Pride, Tell, World

I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.

Decided, Early, I Am What I Am, Love, Please

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