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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.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Book Myself Necessary Presence Reading
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Artist Authentic Himself Life Ordinary Time Villain
At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Age Grow Up Oneself Planning
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Life Myself Realize Wonderful
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Admit Literature Nourishment Sincere
Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Brain Problem Yourself
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 COLETTE

Illusion Moments Need Recovery Waste Young
Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Flower Modesty Sincere Spontaneous
A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Gratitude Kindness Prodigy Understand
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Born Country Heart Myself Try Unknown
There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Blue People Wine
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Allow Excitement Finding Human Place Religion Tree
One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Age Forget Grave Old
Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Humble Jealous Low Sight
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 COLETTE

Character Honorable Kind Sound Time
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Despair Expectation Miracle Myself Willing