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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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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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Book Myself Necessary Presence Reading
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 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
Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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Happiness Oneself Wisdom
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
That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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Joy Love Myself Voice
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
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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Life Myself Realize Wonderful
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
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
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
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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Companion Ourselves Perfection
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
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
One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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Age Forget Grave Old
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

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