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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.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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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.
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Admit Literature Nourishment Sincere
No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
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Happiness Work Yourself
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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Companion Ourselves Perfection
A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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Betrayal Heart Broken Jealous
No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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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
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
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
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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Evidence Friendship Love Man Myself True
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
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
You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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Astonishment Finding Growth Quick Yourself
I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.
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Collection Myself Personal Solitude Travel Value
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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Life Lost Love Myself Past Present Sadness Shame Time
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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Life Myself Realize Wonderful
Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
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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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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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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
Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.
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Curiosity Death Finding Grave Lying Side Trying
In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.
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Early Insomnia Refuge Stage Suffering Thinking
Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
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Animal Cat One Liner Pet Time Wasted
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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I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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Fingers Touch Yourself
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

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