Personally of course I regret everything.Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need,not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy,not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust,not a hope, n...
Perhaps things have changed since. So all I know is that it was much the sameweather when I left as when I came, so far as I was capable of knowing what the weather was. And I had been under the weath...
Ni una persona de cada cien sabe callarse y escuchar, ni siquiera lo que eso significa. Y sin embargo es entonces cuando se distingue, más allá del estrépito absurdo, el silencio de que está formado e...
Lucky's monologue: (...)the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all ki...
Lousse tried to make him say, Pretty Polly! I think it was too late. He listened, his head on one side, pondered, then said, Fuck the son of a bitch. It was clear he was doing his best.
Lasse de ma lassitude, blanche lune dernière, seul regret, même pas. Être mort, avant elle, sur elle, avec elle, et tourner, mort sur morte, autour des pauvres hommes, et n’avoir plus jamais à mourir,...
It was a strange room, the door hanging off its hinges, and yet a telephone. But its last occupant was a harlot, long past her best, which had been scarlet.
I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
I thought much about myself. That is to say I often took a quick look at myself, closed my eyes, forgot, began again.
I seem to grasp at certain moments the nuance that divides bad from worse.
I say to myself—sometimes, Clov, you must learn to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you—one day. I say to myself—sometimes, Clov, you must be better than that if you want...
I had such horror then of these paltry perplexities that I always fell into the same error, that of seeking to clear them up. It took me a long time, my lifetime so to speak, to realize that the colou...
I began playing with the cries, a little in the same way as I had played with the song, on, back, on, back, if that may be called playing. As long as I kept walking I didn’t hear them, because of the...
Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the window; f...
Here all is strange.
For why be discouraged, one of the thieves was saved, that is a generous percentage.
For what is this shadow of the going in which we come, this shadow of the coming in which we go, this shadow of the coming and the going in which we wait, if not the shadow of purpose, of the purpose...
For he who has once had to listen will listen always, whether he knows he will never hear anything again, or whether he does not. In other words, they like other words, no doubt about it, silence once...
Delicious instants, before one's eyes get used to the dark.
But all this was nothing compared to the face which I regret to say vaguely resembled my own, less the refinement of course, same little abortive moustache, same little ferrety eyes, same paraphimosis...