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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.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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Brain Problem Yourself
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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Despair Expectation Miracle Myself Willing
There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.
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Blue People Wine
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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Book Myself Necessary Presence Reading
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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Author Criticism Destroy Head Himself Judgement Poet Writing
Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
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Absence Humor Impossible Life
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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Collection Man Terror Trade Weakness
The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.
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Day Distance Finding Myself Separate
Writing only leads to more writing.
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One Liner Poet Writing
When she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes.
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Clothes Herself Raise
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
A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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Childhood Contact Happiness Human Poor Preparation
No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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Measurement Object Temptation Value
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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Life Myself Realize Wonderful
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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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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