I am going away with him to an unknown country where I shall have no past and no name, and where I shall be born again with a new face and an untried heart.
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteTo write is to pour oneโs innermost self passionately upon the tempting paper, at such frantic speed that sometimes oneโs hand struggles and rebels, overdriven by the impatient god which guides it - and to find, next day, in place of the golden bough that bloomed miraculously in that dazzling hour, a withered bramble and a stunted flower.
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteA pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men...
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette