Making any statement of your feelings is risky. It's just like making pictures.
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.