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.
Related Authors: Edmond Rostand | Cyrano de Bergerac
Related Topics: expression, fear
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