January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEIf 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.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
-
-
One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
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 -
The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE






