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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.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Change Notice Yourself
A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
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Give Up Herself Intelligence Man Right Thinking Woman
To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
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Acceptance Flattery Oneself Poet Silence
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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Allow Excitement Finding Human Place Religion Tree
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
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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Age Alone Bitter Freedom Poison Solitude Wall
By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Form Hold Image Lost Treasure
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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Artist Authentic Himself Life Ordinary Time Villain
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

Desperate Flower Image Lose Memories Ourselves
I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
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Love Myself Short
If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Admit Literature Nourishment Sincere
Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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Happiness Oneself Wisdom
Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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Humble Jealous Low Sight
January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
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Anxiety Endurance New Year Ourselves Production Theatre
Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
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Animal Cat One Liner Pet Time Wasted
I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Attachment Casually Myself Mystery People Search

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