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...
Pourquoi nier l’évidente nécessité de la mémoire?
Il ne cherche pas à savoir où la rejoindre. Il ne pense pas à la rejoindre. Il veut rester seul pour savoir, pour penser à elle, l’aimer. Ils
I think it was during this journey that the image became detached, removed from all the rest. It might have existed, a photograph might have been taken, just like any other, somewhere else, in other c...
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...
Très vite dans la vie il a été trop tard. À dix-huit ans il était déjà trop tard.
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...
It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.
Muy pronto en mi vida fue demasiado tarde.
They look at each other endlessly, endlessly,
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...
Llorar, es necesario que eso también suceda.
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...
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.
Banality is sometimes striking.
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.
You give me a great desire to love.
She lavishes pain with generosity.
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...
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...