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 COLETTEThe lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
More Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Quotes
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I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
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It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.
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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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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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Never touch a butterfly’s wing with your finger.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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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.
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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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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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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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No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.
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What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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Writing only leads to more writing.
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At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
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