Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEI 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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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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By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
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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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What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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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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My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
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The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.
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If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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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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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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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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Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
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