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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.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
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Love Myself Short
Writing only leads to more writing.
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One Liner Poet Writing
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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Age Kind Old Pain Respect Serious Suffering Woman Worth
In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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Absence Finding Furnish Myself Ugly
As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.
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Artist Authentic Himself Life Ordinary Time Villain
That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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Joy Love Myself Voice
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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Absence Shape Thinking Time True
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
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
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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Life Myself Realize Wonderful
If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
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Himself Interesting Marriage
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.
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Desperate Flower Image Lose Memories Ourselves
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
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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Form Hold Image Lost Treasure
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 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
I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
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Attachment Casually Myself Mystery People Search
A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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Gratitude Kindness Prodigy Understand
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
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
You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
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Enthusiasm Fools Willing Yourself
The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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Character Husband Marriage Mistake Virtue Wife
Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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Flower Modesty Sincere Spontaneous
I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
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Art Finding Myself Voice
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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Betrayal Heart Broken Jealous
I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.
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Character Honorable Kind Sound Time
I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
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Believe Call Honor Suffering Urgent Wasted Time

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