Si seulement je pouvais m'arrêter de penser, ça irait déjà mieux. Les pensées, c'est ce qu'il y a de plus fade. Plus fade encore que de la chair. Ça s'étire à n'en plus finir et ça laisse un drôle de...
She smiled. First I lost the memory of her eyes, then the memory of her long body. I kept her smile as long as possible and then, finally lost that three years ago. Just now, brusquely, as I was takin...
Reflection poisons desire.
Quand une fois la liberté a explosé dans une âme d’homme, les Dieux ne peuvent plus rien contre cet homme-là. Car c’est une affaire d’homme, et c’est aux autres hommes — à eux seuls — qu’il appartient...
Once they have slept together they will have to find something else to veil the enormous absurdity of their existence.
Oh, what a nuisance you are! I'm giving you my mouth, my arms, my whole body - and everything could be so simple...My trust! I haven't any to give, I'm afraid, and you're making me terribly embarrasse...
Not only is man what he conceives himself to be, but he is also only what he wills himself to be after this thrust toward existence. Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. Such
My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing....
Moi, je ne tiens pas les rancunes et j'avoue tout, complaisamment : pour l'autocritique, je suis doué, à la condition qu'on ne prétende pas me l'imposer.
J'existe, c'est tout.
J'avais deux raisons de respecter mon instituteur : il me voulait du bien, il avait l'haleine forte.Les grandes personnes doivent être laides, ridées, incommodes; quand elles me prenaient dans leurs b...
J'ai commencé ma vie comme je la finirai sans doute : au milieu des livres.
It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about...
In the distance.Above my head; above my head; and this instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in andlimits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.
I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.
I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my throat, it caress...
I dreamed vaguely of killing myself to wipe out at least one of these superfluous lives. But even my death would have been . In the way, my corpse, my blood on these stones, between these plants, at t...
General ideas are more flattering. And then professionals and even amateurs always end up by being right
But faced with this great wrinkled paw, neither ignorance nor knowledge was important: the world of explanations and reasons is not the world of existence.
But an adventure never returns nor is prolonged.