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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEBooks, 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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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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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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I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
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A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
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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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A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.
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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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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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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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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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