No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThe lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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You do not notice changes in what is always before you.
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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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I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
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Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
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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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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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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.
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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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A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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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.
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No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
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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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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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