On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of the Virgin, and returned full of pride to show my blessed posy. My mother laughed her irreverent laugh and, looking at my bunch of flowers, which was bringing the may-bug into the sitting-room right under the lamp, she said: Do you suppose it wasn't already blessed before?
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteI did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteYou 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.
Sidonie Gabrielle Colettebeautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteBut 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.
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette