Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.
Marguerite DurasIt was the men I deceived the most I loved the most.
Marguerite DurasAvant et maintenant c'est l'amour entre toi et moi. Ce sera ce que tu voudrais, toi, que tu sois.
Marguerite DurasMa... dirlo così... come potrei. Come si può valutare una cosa simile... il disonore?"
"Non dobbiamo valutare una cosa simile, signora. Deve dirmi che somma le piacerebbe avere.
Women must find their own answer. That’s the important thing. I’m no longer interested in books about women written by men. Even if I could believe in their objectivity, I just can’t find their opinions relevant. Now I will only believe what a woman has to say about women, because even if it’s not entirely true, it’s her struggle and she’s on the way to the answer.
Many of you seek masculine approval. Even though you have inside you your way of talking and writing, you have mountains of it inside you, and even though it is enough to begin expressing yourselves so long as it is with your vocabulary, your abstractions, and your own conceptualization, I think you are still afraid of the master: men. Of their judgment. As long as you have this fear, you will not progress. I think the future belongs to women. Men have been completely dethroned. Their rhetoric is stale, used up. We must move on the rhetoric of women, one that is anchored in the organism, in the body.
I often think of the image only I can see now, and of which I’ve never spoken. It’s always there, in the same silence, amazing. It’s the only image of myself I like, the only one in which I recognize myself, in which I delight
Marguerite DurasTags: self
L'hôpital existe à Hiroshima. Comment aurais-je pu éviter de le voir?
Marguerite DurasVous lui dites que vous voulez essayer, essayer plusieurs jours peut-être? Peut-être plusieurs semaines.
Peut-être même pendant votre vie. Elle demande : Essayer quoi ?
Vous dites : d’aimer
Tags: love
Ellos ríen. Verse reír los vuelve locos de alegría.
Ella le pide que la avise cuando un día se lance a amarla y a saberlo, si alguna vez sucede. Después de haber reído, lloran juntos como cada día. Cuando ella se va el sol se precipita, estalla en la habitación. Cuando ella cierra la puerta, la habitación cae en la oscuridad, y el entra ya en la espera de la noche
─ No le conozco a usted. Nadie puede conocerle, ponerse en su lugar, usted no tiene lugar, no sabe dónde encontrar un lugar. Por ello le quiero y usted está perdido.
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