Marguerite Duras Quotes
Top 67 wise famous quotes and sayings by Marguerite Duras
Marguerite Duras Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Don't be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.
Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.
I see journalists as the manual workers, the laborers of the word. Journalism can only be literature when it is passionate.
I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.
No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book, or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.
He wanted to pay her; he thought women ought to be paid for keeping men from dying or going out of their minds.
People come to Paris, to the capital, to give their lives a sense of belonging, of an almost mythical participation in society.
Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself.
Finally he hears something: he thinks it is the ebb and flow of the sea, the water crashing back into the abyss of salt.
There are many women who write as they think they should write - to imitate men and make a place for themselves in literature.
You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.
Oh, I'd like to show you my gratitude, show you how ugly I am, how impossible it is to love me. I'd like to offer you that.
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've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.
We're in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we're in the vanguard of waiting.
It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.
When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ... exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.
I had the face of pleasure, and yet I had no knowledge of pleasure. There was no mistaking that face.
Sometimes we have to avoid thinking about the problems life presents. Otherwise we'd suffocate. - Hiroshima Mon Amour, Marguerite Duras
Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.
I suddenly remember something I've been told about fear. That amid a hail of machine gun fire you notice the existence of your skin.
He says he's lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she's lonely too. She doesn't say why.
She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.
In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.
You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.
What stops you killing yourself when you're intoxicated out of your mind is the thought that once you're dead you won't be able to drink any more.
That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.
It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.
In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?
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.
When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.
Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.