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I have found my voice again and the art of using it.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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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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Admit Literature Nourishment Sincere
Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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Humble Jealous Low Sight
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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Artist Authentic Himself Life Ordinary Time Villain
Is suffering so very serious? …I’m referring to the kind of suffering a man inflicts on a woman or a woman on a man. It’s extremely painful… hardly bearable. But I very much fear that this sort of pain… is no more worthy of respect than old age or illness.
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Age Kind Old Pain Respect Serious Suffering Woman Worth
There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.
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Illusion Moments Need Recovery Waste Young
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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Author Criticism Destroy Head Himself Judgement Poet Writing
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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Allow Excitement Finding Human Place Religion Tree
Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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Brain Problem Yourself
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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Character Honorable Kind Sound Time
One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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Age Forget Grave Old
A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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Gratitude Kindness Prodigy Understand
Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
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Happiness Hurt Observation Pain Self Love Time Yourself
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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Desperate Flower Image Lose Memories Ourselves
January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
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Anxiety Endurance New Year Ourselves Production Theatre
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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Companion Ourselves Perfection
We only do well the things we like doing.
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Passionate Work
I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
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Believe Call Honor Suffering Urgent Wasted Time
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
I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
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Life Lost Love Myself Past Present Sadness Shame Time
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
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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Form Hold Image Lost Treasure
Writing only leads to more writing.
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One Liner Poet Writing
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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Absence Shape Thinking Time True
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.
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Born Country Heart Myself Try Unknown
I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
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Art Finding Myself Voice
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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Life Myself Realize Wonderful

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