I get up. I move through this pale light; I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me.
I am free,’ he said suddenly. And his joy changed, on the spot, to a crushing sense of anguish.
General ideas are more flattering. And then professionals and even amateurs always end up by being right
Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.
And all these existents which bustled about this tree came from nowhere and were going nowhere. Suddenly they existed, then suddenly they existed no longer: existence is without memory; of the vanishe...
All of a sudden something breaks off sharply. The adventure is over, time resumes its daily routine. I turn; behind me, this beautiful melodious form sinks entirely into the past. It grows smaller, co...
All I want is' - and he uttered the final words through clenched teeth and with a sort of shame - 'to retain my freedom.'I should myself have thought,' said Jacques, 'that freedom consisted in frankly...
والكافر يثور على نفسه وعلى سعادته إلى حد أنه يجرد نفسه من الوسيلة التي تجعله يموت متعزيا
من هنگامي آزادم كه همه جهانيان آزاد باشند،تا هنگامي كه يك نفر اسير در جهان است، آزادي وجود ندارد
لا يمكن أن أدلل على حقيقة عاطفتى وكلامى إلا إذا مارست ذلك فعلاً.
Три часът. В три винаги е твърде късно или твърде рано за всичко, което ти се ще да сториш. Особен момент от следобеда. А днес е непоносим.
What summits would I not reach if my own life made the subject of the melody.
When she was in Djibouti and I was in Aden, and I used to go and see her for twenty-four hours, she managed to multiply the misunderstandings between us until there were exactly sixty minutes before I...
What a torment it is not to be rich! It gets one into such abject situations.
To exist is simply to he there; those who exist let themselves be encountered, but you can never deduce anything from them.
This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everyth...
They are young and well built, they have another thirty years ahead of them. So they don't hurry, they take their time, and they are quite right. Once they have been to bed together, they will have to...
The sun was clear and diaphanous like white win. Its light barely touched the moving figures, gave them no shadow, no relief: faces and hands made spots of pale gold.
The rain has stopped, the air is mild, the sky slowly rolls up fine black images : it is more than enough to frame the perfect moment ; to reflect these images, she would cause dark little tides to be...
The distance between the being and the conscience is the nothing