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I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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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 happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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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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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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Hope costs nothing.
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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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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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Betrayal Heart Broken Jealous
I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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Joy Love Myself Voice
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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The only virtue on which I pride myself is my self-doubt; when a writer loses her self-doubt, the time has come to lay aside her pen.
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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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No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
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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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Himself Time Traveling True
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
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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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
When she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes.
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Clothes Herself Raise
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
Is suffering so very serious? …I’m referring to the kind of suffering a man inflicts on a woman or a woman on a man. It’s extremely painful… hardly bearable. But I very much fear that this sort of pain… is no more worthy of respect than old age or illness.
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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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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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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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