At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEAt the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTESmokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEYou 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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEI went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEA kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEBy an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEI 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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEOur perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTESo 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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEIt takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEOn 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 COLETTEYou do not notice changes in what is always before you.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThere 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 COLETTEPerhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEMy true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEAt sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE