Започнах да пиша в обкръжение, което твърде силно ме тласкаше към целомъдрие. Писането тогава беше морален акт. Писането сега като че ли често е лишено от смисъл. Понякога осъзнавам следното: че ако п...
The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he...
Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God. It doesn't comfort man. On the contrary, it encourages him in his folly, it transports him...
Then the girl spoke to the child. She told him she'd rather it remain this way between them.That she'd rather their story not move from this place, even if the child didn't understand her; that it rem...
Pourquoi nier l’évidente nécessité de la mémoire?
I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadnes...
You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.
It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.
فبما إنّي كنتُ أكتب .. توجّب الحديث عن الكتب ، وهذا ما لا يتحمّله الرجال ، لا يتحمّلون امرأةً تكتب. إنّه أمرٌ لا يُطاق بالنسبة إلى الرجل ، شاقّ على الجميع
The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.
Que é enquanto ela se vive que a vida é imortal, enquanto está em vida. Que a imortalidade não é uma questão de mais ou menos tempo, que não é uma questão de imortalidade, que é questão de outra coisa...
Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one s...
Kisses on the body bring tears.
I already know a thing or two. I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction or costliness of their finery. I know the prob...
El recuerdo de los hombres nunca surge con esa deslumbrante luminosidad que acompaña al de las mujeres
Je t'aime, dit tout bas M. Jo. Dans le seul livre qu'elle eût jamais lu, comme dans les films qu'elle avait vus depuis, les mots: je t'aime n'étaient prononcés qu'une seule fois au cours de l'entretie...
Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.
Que la vida es inmortal mientras se vive, mientras se está con vida. Que la inmortalidad no es una cuestión de más o menos tiempo, que no es una cuestión de inmortalidad, que es una cuestión de otra c...
Một cuốn sách mở ra, đó cũng là đêm tối...
Je ne vous aime plus. C’est vous qui m’aimez. Vous ne le savez pas. Nous