Aucun couple, même le meilleur, ne peut encourager à l'amour, ce n'est pas vrai.
Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.
لا ينبغي للنساء أن يُطلعن عُشّاقهنّ على ما يضعن مِن كتُب
Une gamme en do majeur couvrit la rumeur de la mer.
The story of my life doesn't exist. Does not exist. There's never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it's not true, there was no...
She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love.
No se trata de que sea necesario conseguir algo, sino de que es necesario salirse de donde se está
L´homme se croit un héros, toujours comme l´enfant. L´homme aime la guerre, la chasse, la pêche, les motos, les autos, comme l´enfant. Quand il dort, ca se voit, et on aime les hommes comme ca, les fe...
Llorar, es necesario que eso también suceda.
I’ve never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.
I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How u...
Banality is sometimes striking.
Among all the other nights upon nights, the girl had spent that one on the boat….when it happened, the burst of Chopin…. There wasn’t a breath of wind and the music spread all over the dark boat, like...
أن أكتب ، ذا الشيء الوحيد الذي عمّر حياتي وفتَنها. وقد فعلتُه إذ أنّ الكتابة لم تغادرني قط
« Je n'ai jamais écrit, croyant le faire, je n'ai jamais aimé, croyant aimer, je n'ai jamais rien fait qu'attendre devant la porte fermée. »
You didn't have to attract desire. Either it was in the woman who aroused it or it didn't exist. Either it was there at first glance or else it had never been.
The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.
She lavishes pain with generosity.
Que se serait-il passé ? Lol ne va pas loin dans l'inconnu sur lequel s'ouvre cet instant. Elle ne dispose d'aucun souvenir même imaginaire, elle n'a aucune idée sur cet inconnu. Mais ce qu'elle croit...
One day,I was already old, a man came up to me in the street.