Colette idézet

„Elmentem összegyűjteni azt a néhány személyes holmit, amelyet felbecsülhetetlennek tartottam: macskámat, elhatározásomat utazni és magányomat.”

„A tökéletes társaknak soha nem lehet kevesebb mint négy lábuk.”

„Szeretem a múltam, szeretem a jelenem. Nem szégyenkezem azért, amim volt, és nem vagyok szomorú, mert nem az enyém többé.”

“Time spent with a cat is never wasted.”

“Hope costs nothing.”

“Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.”

“What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.”

“On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us — ah! what a dream, to live in that! — the other stifles us at the first breath.”

“Can it be that chance has made me one of those women so immersed in one man that, whether they are barren or not, they carry with them to the grave the shrivelled innocence of an old maid?”

“Boredom helps one to make decisions.”

“My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.”

“Her childhood, then her adolescence, had taught her patience, hope, silence and the easy manipulation of the weapons and virtues of all prisoners.”

“Nothing ages a woman like living in the country.”

“For to dream and then to return to reality only means that our qualms suffer a change of place and significance.”

“It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.”

“We only do well the things we like doing.”

“You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.”

“I went to collect the few personal belongings which… I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.”

“Sometimes in my very happiest moments, I feel like crying. My eyes grow dim, my heart seems to choke me. I would like to be sure, in such times of anguish, that everybody loves me; that there is nowhere in the world a sad dog behind a closed door, that no evil will ever come…”

“Put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it."

(, 1964)”

“There are days when solitude, for someone my age, 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.”

“There are no ordinary cats.”

“In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.”

“No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.”

“I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.”

“look for a long time at what pleases you, and longer still at what pains you…”

“Be happy.
It's one way of being wise.”

“Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.”

“Music is love in search of a word.”

“Total absence of humor renders life impossible.”

“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.”

“What a delight it is to make friends with someone you have despised!”