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I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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Brain Problem Yourself
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
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
Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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Fingers Touch Yourself
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
So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.
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Despair Expectation Miracle Myself Willing
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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Absence Shape Thinking Time True
That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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Joy Love Myself Voice
It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
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Bad Children Occasional Parents Place Polite
I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
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Love Myself Short
I’ve entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.
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Appetite Myself Professional Training World
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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Collection Man Terror Trade Weakness
Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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Flower Modesty Sincere Spontaneous
Writing only leads to more writing.
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One Liner Poet Writing
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
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
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
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
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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Betrayal Heart Broken Jealous
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
No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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Measurement Object Temptation Value
When she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes.
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Clothes Herself Raise
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
Hope costs nothing.
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Hope Inspirational Motivational One Liner
At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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Age Grow Up Oneself Planning
I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
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Attachment Casually Myself Mystery People Search

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