The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEI 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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Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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When she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes.
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My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
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I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
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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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Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
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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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We only do well the things we like doing.
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Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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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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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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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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