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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEYou must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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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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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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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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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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A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
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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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I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
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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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