Quote #6
What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death?
More from Alphonse de Lamartine
- Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.
- Experience is the only prophesy of wise men.
- Love alone was left, as a great image of a dream that was erased.
- To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
- Let us love the passing hour, let us hurry up and enjoy our time.
- The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my dogs.
- I say to this night: 'Pass more slowly'; and the dawn will come to dispel the night.
- Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.