There are no ordinary cats.
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.
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Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
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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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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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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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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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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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I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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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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Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
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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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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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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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