14 Quotes by Renée Vivien

I am at the age when a maiden gives her hand to the man whom her weakness searches and dreads, and I have not chosen a companion for the road.

I have no right to beauty. I had been condemned to masculine ugliness.

There are fewer ways of making love than they say, and more than one believes.

I detest heavy perfume and shrill voices.

What matters to us, the judgment of men? What have we to doubt, since we are pure before life?