At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette More Quotes by Sidonie Gabrielle Colette More Quotes From Sidonie Gabrielle Colette It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette parentingfamilychildren 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. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette sadlovepast Time spent with a cat is never wasted. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette funny-catcattime Be happy. It's one way of being wise. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette wisehappyhappiness 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. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette down-andjudgingwriting There are no ordinary cats. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette catpetanimal Chance, my master and my friend, will, I feel sure, deign once again to send me the spirits of his unruly kingdom. All my trust is now in him- and in myself. But above all in him, for when I go under he always fishes me out, seizing and shaking me like a life-saving dog whose teeth tear my skin a little every time. 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. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette miracleluckdog You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette appreciationteacherinspirational Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette catdoganimal 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. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette growingageyears What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette motivationalinspirationallife By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette bouquetstreasureloss A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette equalitygiving-upmen There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette connoisseurwineblue 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. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette being-alonewallwine It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette assumingshapestime 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. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette titlessmellbook Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette painwisdomtime One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette agingageforget I went to collect the few personal belongings which...I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette resolvecatsolitude
