To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEDon’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
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I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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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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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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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.
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You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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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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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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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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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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I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.
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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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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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