Time spent with a cat is never wasted. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette More Quotes by Sidonie Gabrielle Colette More Quotes From Sidonie Gabrielle Colette I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette heartbrokenbroken-heartbreakup I want nothing from love, in short, but love. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette want But what is the heart, madame? It's worth less than people think. it's quite accommodating, it accepts anything. You give it whatever you have, it's not very particular. But the body... Ha! That's something else again! It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants. A heart doesn't choose, and one always ends up by loving. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette heartpeoplethinking 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. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette wastegirlneeds 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 flowermemoriesart If he's getting married, he's not longer interesting. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette funny-marriagemeninteresting 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 irondrydirty Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette cigarette-smokefailurelight A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men... Sidonie Gabrielle Colette businesslittlesmen 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 painsufferingmen 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 mothertreeheaven I have found my voice again and the art of using it. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette voicefoundart Total absence of humor renders life impossible. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette laughterhumorhappiness In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette matterhousehome Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette negativityroutinedespair beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water Sidonie Gabrielle Colette bluebeautifulsweet That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now! Sidonie Gabrielle Colette lovely-voiceshouldjoy I've entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette trainingwineworld The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette distancediscoverynight If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette sincereliteraturewant
