Sidonie Gabrielle
Sidonie Gabrielle
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.
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.
wine blue connoisseur
There are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.
dog miracle luck
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.