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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEAt the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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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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Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
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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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My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
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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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