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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I… — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
Is suffering so very serious? I have come to doubt it. It may be quite childish, a sort of undignified pastime I'm referring to… — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
I've entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover… — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men. — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which… — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
