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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEA pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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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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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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When she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes.
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The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.
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You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
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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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Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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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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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature.
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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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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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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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