The truth of the matter is that—by an exorbitant paradox—I never stop believing that I am loved. I hallucinate what I desire. Each wound proceeds less from a doubt than from a betrayal: for only the one who loves can betray, only the one who believes himself loved can be jealous: that the other, episodically, should fail in his being, which is to love me—that is the origin of all my woes. A delirium, however, does not exist unless one wakens from it(there are only retrospective deliriums): one day, I realize what has happened to me: I thought I was suffering from not being loved, and yet it is because I thought I was loved that I was suffering; I lived in the complication of supposing myself simultaneously loved and abandoned. Anyone hearing my intimate language would have had to exclaim, as of a difficult child: But after all, what does he want?
Roland BarthesI have not a desire but a need for solitude.
Roland BarthesTag: solitude
What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.
Roland BarthesWhat love lays bare in me is energy.
Roland BarthesTag: love
I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
Roland BarthesTag: love
I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.
Roland BarthesTag: love
To instil into the Established Order the complacent portrayal of its drawbacks has nowadays become a paradoxical but incontrovertible means of exalting it.
Roland BarthesTo see someone who does not see is the best way to be intensely aware of what he does not see.
Roland BarthesWe know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.
Roland BarthesTag: intelligence common-sense feeling smarts
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