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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.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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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.
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Despair Expectation Miracle Myself Willing
A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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Gratitude Kindness Prodigy Understand
I am going away with him to an unknown country where I shall have no past and no name, and where I shall be born again with a new face and an untried heart.
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Born Country Heart Myself Try Unknown
Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
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Drugs Excuse Light Male Smoking
Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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Brain Problem Yourself
If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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Acceptance Gratitude Myself
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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Character Honorable Kind Sound Time
I’ve entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.
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Appetite Myself Professional Training World
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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Illusion Moments Need Recovery Waste Young
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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A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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Collection Man Terror Trade Weakness
Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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Happiness Oneself Wisdom
On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us – ah! what a dream, to live in that! – the other stifles us at the first breath.
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Breathe Choice Planet Temptation
There are no ordinary cats.
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Animal Cat Love One Liner Ordinary Pet
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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Companion Ourselves Perfection
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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