You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThere 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.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
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It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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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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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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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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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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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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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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Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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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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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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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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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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January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
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