If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEBooks, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.
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If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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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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Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.
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I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
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No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
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Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.
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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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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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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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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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I’ve entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.
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