What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEIn the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
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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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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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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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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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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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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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The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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So 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.
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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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If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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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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