Marguerite Duras
Marguerite Duras
Marguerite Donnadieu, known as Marguerite Duras, was a French novelist, playwright, scriptwriter, essayist and experimental filmmaker. She is best known for writing the 1959 film Hiroshima mon amour, which earned her a nomination for Best Original Screenplay at the Academy Awards...
space shapes empty
Words don't change their shape, they change their meaning, their function...They don't have a meaning of their own any more, they refer to other words that you don't know, that you've never read or heard...you've never seen their shape, but you feel...you suspect...they correspond to...an empty space inside you...or in the universe...
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To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead --somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man --somewhere these, too, come together.
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Frigidity is desire imagined by a woman who doesn't desire the man offering himself to her. It's the desire of a woman for a man who hasn't yet come to her, whom she doesn't yet know. She's faithful to this stranger even before she belongs to him. Frigidity is the non-desire for whatever is not him.
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For that's what a woman, a mother wants -- to teach her children to take an interest in life. She knows it's safer for them to be interested in other people's happiness than to believe in their own.
paris people giving
People come to Paris, to the capital, to give their lives a sense of belonging, of an almost mythical participation in society.
real book men
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.
differences reaching marvelous
When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.
country foreign-countries
a writer is a foreign country
silence growing reason
A prolonged silence ensues. The reason for the silence is our growing interest one for the other. No one is aware of it, no one yet; no one? am I quite sure?
wrinkles skins substance
It has been my face. It's got older still, or course, but less, comparatively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry wrinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed, as some with fine feature have done. It's kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste.
heart voice yards
Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.
summer rain sky
Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.
thinking silence delight
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
desire want body
I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.