François-Marie Arouet (French: [fʁɑ̃swa maʁi aʁwɛ]; 21 November 1694 – 30 May 1778) was a French Enlightenment writer, philosopher (philosophe) and historian. Known by his nom de plume M. de Voltaire (; also US: ; French: [vɔltɛːʁ]), he was famous for his wit, in addition to his criticism of Christianity—especially...
Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.
Indeed, history is nothing more than a tableau of crimes and misfortunes.
The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.
Everything too stupid to be said is sung.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
At times he could be charming and gracious, which was what had made it so hard to leave him. His ability to be tender and loving was equal to his capacity to be deceptive and underhanded. He could rip out my heart and then be the first one to pick it up and hand it back to me.
—Debbie Macomber in A Girl's Guide to Moving On
Tenderness contains an element of sadness. It is not the sadness of feeling sorry for yourself or feeling deprived, but it is a natural situation of fullness. You feel so full and rich, as if you were about to shed tears. Your eyes are full of tears, and the moment you blink, the tears will spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. In order to be a good warrior, one has to feel this sad and tender heart.