If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThe faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
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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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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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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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Hope costs nothing.
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I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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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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There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.
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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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It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
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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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On 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.
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