Letter

  1 Introd   |       resignation, and a goodness of heart that has ripened into wisdom.
  2 Introd   |            remould him nearer to her heart’s desire. He, with a playful
  3 Introd   |   semi-mystical, amelioration of its heart; he grimly concedes the
  4 Introd   |            lift my head again and my heart would no longer be broken;
  5 Introd   |           direction given to her own heart and conscience.~It is at
  6 Introd   |            with an aspiration of her heart, to execute which she invented
  7 Introd   |             his materials is not his heart but his eyes, supplemented
  8 Introd   |             have palpitations of the heart for nothing.~“All that results
  9 Introd   |              loving you with all his heart, and of not passing a day
 10 Introd   | miracle-working, powers of the human heart, the powers of love and
 11 Introd   |            than half ashamed. But at heart he is more dismayed, more
 12 Introd   |           comes from the sun in your heart; but so many shadows have
 13 I        |           duty. The goodness of your heart has touched me and your
 14 II       |               I love you with all my heart.~George Sand~
 15 III      |             My little stories of the heart or of the senses are not
 16 V        |             are still men who have a heart. You who express yourself
 17 IX       |              embrace you with all my heart in that hope.~The late Goulard,
 18 XI       |              crossed.~Yours from the heart,~G. Sand~Sunday, 5 August,
 19 XIV      |             politeness came from the heart. Remember me to all the
 20 XIV      |           and I love you with all my heart. My head is full of Rouen,
 21 XV       |              dig into them when your heart prompts you.~
 22 XVI      |              embrace you with all my heart.~G. Sand~
 23 XVII     |            it to each other (if your heart prompts you) the first time
 24 XVIII    |           the fire while telling our heart pangs. The great river will
 25 XXI      |           and loving you with all my heart. Now that I am no longer
 26 XXII     |            Yours always, with a full heart,~G. Sand~
 27 XXIII    |              to love you with all my heart. I shall bring what I have “
 28 XXIV     |        Duveyrier died, a most tender heart and a most naive spirit.
 29 XXIV     |              give you the part of my heart that he had. That joined
 30 XXVI     |             reached the BOTTOM of my heart. We separated at the moment
 31 XXVII    |           cured. Your letter does my heart good. I shall answer all
 32 XXVIII   |            Thanks, dear friend of my heart, for all the trouble that
 33 XXIX     |              all his good and honest heart.~Bouilhet goes from better
 34 XXXI     |              embrace you with all my heart, and I am going to, if I
 35 XXXII    |              life in wearing away my heart and brain, that is the real
 36 XXXV     |           life—a complete ecstasy of heart, mind and senses. He knew
 37 XXXVI    |             her feet to go where her heart calls her. I am well preserved
 38 XXXVI    |             You can then count on my heart not being able to dispose
 39 XXXVII   |             something from out of my heart. I even think that a novelist
 40 XXXVIII  |        December, 1866~“Not put one’s heart into what one writes?” I
 41 XXXVIII  |       separate one’s mind from one’s heart? Is it something different?
 42 XXXIX    |              well, let’s keep up our heart, whatever happens, and when
 43 XL       |            should not write from the heart.” I meant to say: not put
 44 XL       |             of wood, dear good great heart! “Beloved old troubadour,”
 45 XLI      |            and bless you with all my heart.~G. Sand Monday.~
 46 XLII     |              embrace you with all my heart, dear friend; remember me
 47 XLIII    |             have palpitations of the heart for nothing.~All that results
 48 XLIV     |           morning, dear friend of my heart. Why do I love you more
 49 XLIV     |              a crazy person; for, at heart she is serious, attentive,
 50 XLV      |         lamentable. I think that the heart does not grow old; there
 51 XLVI     |         having been a Jansenist, his heart has cooled in that direction.
 52 XLVI     |        good-night, dear friend of my heart. They are ringing for the
 53 L        |             friend, the friend of my heart, the old troubadour is as
 54 L        |              embrace you with all my heart.~Your old George Sand~Did
 55 LVI      |               1867~Dear friend of my heart,~I am well, I am at work,
 56 LVI      |         thinking, good head and good heart, in the midst of this bacchanal?
 57 LIX      |            at home, old friend of my heart, and I and Maurice must
 58 LIX      |           life with a good and great heart like yours. But then, one
 59 LX       |               1867~Dear friend of my heart, I leave with my son and
 60 LX       |           has always her ear and her heart listening when she is away
 61 LX       |             go alone later when your heart says so, and, if you are
 62 LX       |               I love you with all my heart.~G. Sand~
 63 LXI      |               I love you with all my heart. I see, when I am gloomy,
 64 LXI      |           ready, never mind. If your heart told you to come here, there
 65 LXI      |             Good night, friend of my heart. I embrace you as well as
 66 LXII     |              veins and the joy in my heart.~Love your old troubadour
 67 LXV      |           month if you like, if your heart prompts you. The novel goes
 68 LXVII    |              embrace you with all my heart.~G. Sand~I think that the
 69 LXX      |         Cannes and where will be the heart to engage in them? My spirits
 70 LXX      |            is to say, my great, dear heart’s friend. My children have
 71 LXXI     |           the clock, And feeling his heart beat with eager throbs,
 72 LXXII    |            embraces you with all his heart, and begs to be remembered
 73 LXXV     |            necessary to suppress the heart, but to restrain it, alas!
 74 LXXVI    |             from the depth of my old heart which does not know the
 75 LXXVII   |               1868~Yes, friend of my heart, am I not in the midst of
 76 LXXXII   |          mother and son, with all my heart which is entirely yours.~
 77 LXXXVI   |              side of it; it wins the heart. One has to consider the
 78 LXXXVI   |            surprised that a generous heart like Louis Blanc dreamed
 79 LXXXIX   |              embrace you with all my heart, and your mother too. I
 80 XC       |              was a malady. If my old heart did not become each day
 81 C        |               but I know his work by heart. What talent! and how original
 82 CI       |            which I shall give myself heart and soul? It seems to me
 83 CIII     |              loving you with all his heart, and of not passing a day
 84 CVII     |             age I wanted to “send my heart” to a little girl with whom
 85 CVII     |             love (I mean my material heart). I could see it in the
 86 CX       |               1869~Dear friend of my heart, here we are once more calm
 87 CXXXIII  |            so it will to the end. My heart is always affected to the
 88 CXXXIII  |              embrace you with a full heart as I love you.~G. Sand~
 89 CXXXIV   |               1869~Dear friend of my heart, I wanted to reread your
 90 CXXXVIII |            you. I have so many in my heart that not one comes to the
 91 CXLIV    |          departure, troubadour of my heart, and for another departure
 92 CXLVII   |               1870~Dear friend of my heart, I did not see you in the
 93 CLI      |             note, and I have no more heart for anything.~A word when
 94 CLVIII   |           little child. My oppressed heart is easier, thank you. I
 95 CLX      |             have in the depths of my heart is a little larger, that
 96 CLXIV    |            more than that; for to my heart’s intimacy was joined a
 97 CLXVIII  |          things which I have most at heart; and you live far away from
 98 CLXXII   |            weak souls?~As for me, my heart is oppressed in a way that
 99 CLXXIV   |             and I have excused in my heart those most ferocious politics
100 CLXXV    |         human butchery tears my poor heart to pieces. I tremble too
101 CLXXXII  |         cruel thorn it takes from my heart! One gets frantic with anxiety
102 CLXXXIV  |             of what concerns you. My heart is full to bursting and
103 CLXXXVI  |             Oh! I assure you that my heart is heavy over it!~And the
104 CLXXXVII |          comes from pure weakness of heart that I don’t know how to
105 CLXXXVII |        friend, whose kind and loving heart I always feel to be good
106 CLXXXVIII|            She will no longer have a heart, a center, nor, I think,
107 CXC      |             don’t care for that, the heart of the tree is very good
108 CXCV     |           comes from the sun in your heart; but so many shadows have
109 CXCVI    |       helplessness to pluck up one’s heart and spirit. One works all
110 CXCVII   |        people, the favorites of your heart, must be happy in themselves.
111 CXCVII   |            what has fallen. Until my heart is worn out it will be open
112 CXCVII   |      withdrawn remains intact in the heart that has not merited the
113 CXCVII   |            merited the outrage. That heart is above self-love, it knows
114 CXCVII   |            we are so sick and why my heart is broken.~But it is not
115 CXCVIII  |           and I love you with a full heart.~I am working like a convict.~
116 CC       |               knowing well that your heart does not always agree with
117 CCIV     |           into it head first. But my heart is breaking in disgust.
118 CCV      |           for a friend one puts more heart in it, more confidence and
119 CCXI     |          does not call me at all; my heart has affections there that
120 CCXIII   |           and does nothing. All your heart is in this simple and discreet
121 CCXVII   |               dear good friend of my heart.~Heavens! don’t work nor
122 CCXVIII  |             very ill, doubtless with heart trouble, don’t you think
123 CCXIX    |              embrace you with all my heart. For the moment that is
124 CCXXI    |             can only open a maternal heart to you which will replace
125 CCXXVI   |               1872~Dear friend of my heart, your inability does not
126 CCXXVII  |              I love you, with a full heart.~G. Sand~
127 CCXXXVI  |            it does strikes me to the heart; because its shame makes
128 CCXXXVIII|              are unhappy and grip my heart. Haven’t you any woman whom
129 CCXXXVIII|            of a tender and indulgent heart, a deliberate misanthrope,—
130 CCXL     |          feeling of beauty in a good heart. You have both, confound
131 CCXLI    |            to me, “the storms of the heart” have “poured out their
132 CCXLIII  |         plunge the poignard into his heart, I frowned first, fearing
133 CCXLIII  |            you from the bottom of my heart for this twofold reading.
134 CCXLVI   |             the victory.~Search your heart, think it over, and answer
135 CCXLVI   |           joy and a feast day for my heart, and in my family.~Your
136 CCLVIII  |              present, Cruchard of my heart. I am addressing this to
137 CCLVIII  |         sweat on the forehead and my heart as jumpy as a pregnant woman;
138 CCLXI    |         Cruchard, the Cruchard of my heart. Write to me even if only
139 CCLXIII  |              you too, Cruchard of my heart. But you love your work
140 CCLXXVII |       embraces you with a GREAT GOOD HEART.~Your old troubadour always,~
141 CCLXXXIV |              yesterday he recited by heart to me from Boileau and from
142 CCLXXXVI |              embrace you with all my heart, my dear Polycarp. My children
143 CCXCII   |               I love you with all my heart.~
144 CCXCIV   |             her mind and soothed her heart. Perhaps, too, the disaster
145 CCXCV    |             here in Paris, where her heart beats, people feel better
146 CCXCVI   |         succession of blows at one’s heart. But duty is there: we must
147 CCCI     |          work in the sincerity of my heart. The rest does not depend
148 CCCII    |             become discouraged; your heart has not been penetrated
149 CCCII    |    accumulated in your head and your heart; the words and the phrases,
150 CCCII    |           not believe with all one’s heart.~I do not say that you do
151 CCCII    |            the emotions of the human heart, it is another thing. You
152 CCCIV    |              but he is a man, with a heart and soul, with the sense
153 CCCV     |             can have a great deal of heart and delicacy, be full of
154 CCCVII   |               yes! He has talent and heart! and how well all that is
155 CCCVIII  |              remember having felt my heart beat violently, having felt
156 CCCX     |            you from the bottom of my heart, dear master! You have made
157 CCCXVI   |          woman! What genius and what heart! But she lacked nothing,
158 CCCXVI   |         Yours, from the depths of my heart,~Your Gustave Flaubert~