By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEDon’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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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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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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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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If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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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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Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
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It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
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Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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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.
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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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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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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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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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