آموخت که آدم به غیبت عادت میکند و این عادت به نبودن عزیزان از نبودنشان ناگوارتر است.
I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...
But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, mor...
We don't receive wisdom we must discover it for ourselves.
Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
Sometimes, as Eve was born from one of Adam’s ribs, a woman was born during my sleep from a cramped position of my thigh. Formed from the pleasure I was on the point of enjoying, she, I imagined, was...
We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.
The past not merely is not fugitive it remains present.
Let us leave pretty women to men without imagination.
When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resilient...
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
I was not unhappy, except one day at a time.
Every reader finds himself. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himse...
And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.
For in this world of ours where everything withers, everything perishes, there is a thing that decays, that crumbles into dust even more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself, than b...
Having a body is in itself the greatest threat to the mind... The body encloses the mind in a fortress; before long the mind is besieged on all sides, and in the end the mind has to give itself up.
Three-quarters of the sicknesses of intelligent people come from their intelligence. They need at least a doctor who can understand this sickness.
Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
It is illness that makes us recognize that we do not live in isolation but are chained to a being from a different realm, worlds apart from us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood...
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.