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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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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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Breathe Choice Planet Temptation
I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.
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Collection Myself Personal Solitude Travel Value
That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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Joy Love Myself Voice
A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
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Give Up Herself Intelligence Man Right Thinking Woman
I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
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Love Myself Short
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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Absence Shape Thinking Time True
The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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Character Husband Marriage Mistake Virtue Wife
Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.
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Curiosity Death Finding Grave Lying Side Trying
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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Collection Man Terror Trade Weakness
There 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.
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Age Alone Bitter Freedom Poison Solitude Wall
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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Early Insomnia Refuge Stage Suffering Thinking
If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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Acceptance Gratitude Myself
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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Despair Expectation Miracle Myself Willing
Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.
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Book Myself Necessary Presence Reading
A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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Gratitude Kindness Prodigy Understand
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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Astonishment Finding Growth Quick Yourself

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