Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEOur perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTETime spent with a cat is never wasted.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEA pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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 COLETTEIs 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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEI believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
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 COLETTEThere is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEJanuary, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
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 COLETTEIf he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEA woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTESit 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.
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 COLETTEA happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE