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
voice joy lovely
That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
love funny friendship
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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.
love sad past
I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
love jealous smell
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
demands equal french-novelist rights thinks
The woman who thinks she is intelligent demands equal rights with men. A woman who is intelligent does not.
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.
jealousy sight firsts
Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
gratitude animal understanding
A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.
enjoyment wells
We only do well the things we like doing.
pride self doubt
The only virtue on which I pride myself is my self-doubt; when a writer loses her self-doubt, the time has come to lay aside her pen.
thinking foolish
You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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!
mother tree heaven
A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.