Sidonie Gabrielle
Sidonie Gabrielle
years age three
At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
pain men suffering
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.
intelligent water use
The word 'pure' has never revealed an intelligent meaning to me. I can only use the word to quench an optical thirst for purity in the transparencies that evoke it - in bubbles, in a volume of water, and in the imaginary latitudes entrenched, beyond reach, at the very center of a dense crystal.
death determination lying
Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.
years time-flies together
- and how time flies! What, has it already been twenty years, already forty years that we are together? Why, how terrible! We haven't yet said all we wanted to say to each other... May we have a little respite, or else may we be allowed to begin all over again!
heart thinking people
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.
beautiful sweet blue
beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water
silence poetic flattering
To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
dirty iron dry
At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
miracle luck despair
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.
cost
Hope costs nothing.
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!