January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEYou will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
-
-
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 -
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 -
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
Is suffering so very serious? …I’m referring to the kind of suffering a man inflicts on a woman or a woman on a man. It’s extremely painful… hardly bearable. But I very much fear that this sort of pain… is no more worthy of respect than old age or illness.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE -
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 COLETTE -
At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE