I 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 COLETTEThere 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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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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You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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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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A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
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It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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There are no ordinary cats.
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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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I’ve entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.
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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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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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