Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
Colettewas a French novelist nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Her best known work, the novella Gigi, was the basis for the film and Lerner and Loewe stage production of the same name. She was also a mime, an actress and a journalist...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 January 1873
CountryFrance
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette quotes about
people looks mystery
I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
years age growing
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.
voice joy lovely
That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
literature want sincere
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.
family children parenting
It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.
time cat funny-cat
Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
wall wine being-alone
There are days when solitude 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.
sex clothes sensual
When she raises her eyelids, it's as if she were taking off all her clothes.
temptation tempted objects
No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
want
I want nothing from love, in short, but love.
dog cat animal
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
loss bouquets treasure
By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
love sad broken-heart
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.
writing
Writing only leads to more writing.