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So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
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There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.
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A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.
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My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
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If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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Acceptance Gratitude Myself
A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.
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By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.
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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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