Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. this is why all the world is a stage.
You don't respect me, said Dora, her voice trembling.Of course I don't respect you, said Paul. Have I any reason to? I'm in love with you, unfortunately, that's all.Well, it's unfortunate for me too,...
What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
Suffering is no scandal. It is natural. Nature appoints it. All creation suffers. It suffers from having been created, if from nothing else. It suffers from being divided from God.''Yours is a melanch...
So there are long conversations in cafés about Jean-Paul Sartre, and Simone de Beauvoir, and Albert Camus and Raymond Queneau, and all the boys that we were just beginning to get excited about in Lond...
Singing is of course a form of aggression.
Les esprits aiment la nuit, qui sait plus qu’une femme donner une âme à toutes choses.
In a world without a redeemer only clarity was the answer to guilt. He would make it all clear to himself, shirking nothing, and then he would decide.
I remember a conversation which we had once about translating. Hugo knew nothing about translating, but when he learnt that I was a translator he wanted to know what it was like. I remember him going...
I hate solitude, but I'm afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company which I n...
How mysterious night and day are, this endless procession off dark and light....I think such sad thoughts - of people in trouble and afraid, all lonely people all prisoners.
Happy is the civilization which can breed men accustomed from infancy to regard certain at least of the ego's natural activities as unthinkable.
Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
But, and especially with Linda’s help, he had decided that, like most other people, he was not made for reality.
But to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.
As soon as any idea is a consolation the tendency to falsify it becomes strong: hence the traditional problem of preventing the idea of God from degenerating in the believer's mind.
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.
—Tu amor por mí no vive en el mundo real. Sí, no niego que sea amor. Pero no todos los amores tienen un cauce por el que correr, y este amor no tiene ningún cauce en absoluto. Debido a lo que yo soy y...
—Pero es que no puedo compartir nada contigo... No puedo compartir tus recuerdos, tu idioma, tu música, tu trabajo, nada. Soy sólo... sólo una mujer.—Una mujer. ¿Y acaso esto no es serlo todo?—No, no...
Το να εκφράσω μία επιθυμία σ’ένα γράμμα , συχνά έχω την παράλογη αίσθηση, ότι είναι ισοδύναμο με την εκπλήρωσή της. Το γράμμα είναι ένα φράγμα, μία ανάσχεση, ένα φυλαχτό εναντίον του κόσμου, μία σχεδό...