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
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.
voice joy lovely
That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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.
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
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.
jewels tables kingdoms
Truffles must come to the table in their own stock and as you break open this jewel sprung from a poverty-stricken soil, imagine - if you have never visited it - the desolate kingdom where it rules.