Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEJealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThe lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEA happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTENo one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEYou do not notice changes in what is always before you.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThat lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEIf 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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEBy an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEWhen she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEOur perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTESincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEIf I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEI have found my voice again and the art of using it.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEI 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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEI’ve entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEBy 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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE