The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEIt takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
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I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.
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Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
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There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.
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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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Hope costs nothing.
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I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.
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A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
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