The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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.
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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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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.
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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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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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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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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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The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.
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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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Is suffering so very serious? …I’m referring to the kind of suffering a man inflicts on a woman or a woman on a man. It’s extremely painful… hardly bearable. But I very much fear that this sort of pain… is no more worthy of respect than old age or illness.
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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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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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