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 COLETTEWhen she raises her eyelids it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
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Hope costs nothing.
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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
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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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January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
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There are no ordinary cats.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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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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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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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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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
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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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