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a16a9fb
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Very early in my life it was too late.
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Marguerite Duras |
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06c5893
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as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.
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waiting
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53653d7
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I think about you. But I don't say it anymore.
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lost-love
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52d5c99
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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.
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men
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ba1234c
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I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You're destroying me. You're good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You're destroying me. You're good for me. You're destroying me. You're good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why ..
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Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.
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57ccb8d
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I've known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you're more beautiful now than then. Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.
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Marguerite Duras |
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94187c8
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That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.
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Marguerite Duras |
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e4075b9
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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.
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Marguerite Duras |
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1ac8afc
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It's not that you have to achieve anything, it's that you have to get away from where you are.
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Marguerite Duras |
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e62477c
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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.
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love
the-lover
marguerite-duras
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Years after the war, after marriages, children, divorces, books, he came to Paris with his wife. He phoned her. It's me. She recognized him at once from the voice. He said, I just wanted to hear your voice. She said, it's me, hello. He was nervous, afraid, as before. His voice suddenly trembled. And with the trembling, suddenly, she heard again the voice of China. He knew she'd begun writing books, he'd heard about it through her mother who..
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Marguerite Duras |
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aa7bb96
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She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.
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Marguerite Duras |
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fba765f
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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.
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Marguerite Duras |
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fc051e9
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I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don't know where. I only know it isn't where women think.
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ugliness
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Marguerite Duras |
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bd5421f
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I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn't love.
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Marguerite Duras |
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0abff52
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Finding yourself in a hole, at the bottom of a hole, in almost total solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you. To be without the slightest subject for a book, the slightest idea for a book, is to find yourself, once again, before a book. A vast emptiness. A possible book. Before nothing. Before something like living, naked writing, like something terrible, terrible to overcome.
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Marguerite Duras |
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4e9e785
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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.
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Marguerite Duras |
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44c4566
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She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love.
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Marguerite Duras |
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af3df2e
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The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.
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words
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Marguerite Duras |
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ff2274f
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The solitude of writing is a solitude without which writing could not be produced, or would crumble, drained bloodless by the search for something else to write.
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Marguerite Duras |
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c1eb7b7
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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?
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Marguerite Duras |
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0441470
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I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. 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.
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Marguerite Duras |
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4b256ee
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What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.
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Marguerite Duras |
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dfcbbc8
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Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.
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Marguerite Duras |
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Among all the other nights upon nights, the girl had spent that one on the boat....when it happened, the burst of Chopin.... There wasn't a breath of wind and the music spread all over the dark boat, like a heavenly injunction whose import was unknown, like an order from God whose meaning was inscrutable. And the girl started up as if to go and kill herself in her turn, throw herself in her turn into the sea, and afterwards, she wept becaus..
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Marguerite Duras |
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43609d6
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Tres vite dans ma vie il a ete trop tard.
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Marguerite Duras |
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Helene Lagonelle's body is heavy, innocent still, her skin's as soft as that of certain fruits, you almost can't grasp her, she's almost illusory, it's too much. She makes you want to kill her, she conjures up a marvelous dream of putting her to death with your own hands. Those flour-white shapes, she bears them unknowingly, and offers them for hands to knead, for lips to eat, without holding them back, without any knowledge of them and wit..
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Marguerite Duras |
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09939f0
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Banality is sometimes striking.
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Marguerite Duras |
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e6ca1e2
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I can't really remember the days. The light of the sun blurred and annihilated all color. But the nights, I remember them. The blue was more distant than the sky, beyond all depths, covering the bounds of the world. The sky, for me, was the stretch of pure brilliance crossing the blue, that cold coalescence beyond all color. Sometimes, it was in Vinh Long, when my mother was sad she'd order the gig and we'd drive out into the country to see..
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Marguerite Duras |
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Listen to me. I know something else. It will begin again. 200,000 dead and 80,000 wounded in nine seconds. Those are the official figures. It will begin again. It will be 10,000 degrees on the earth. Ten thousand suns, people will say. The asphalt will burn. Chaos will prevail. An entire city will be lifted off the ground, and fall back to earth in ashes...I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You're destroying me. You're good for me. Ho..
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Marguerite Duras |
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1af0c9a
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And then, one day, my love, you come out of eternity.
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Marguerite Duras |
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Soon you give up, don't look for her anymore, either in the town or at night or in the daytime. Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.
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Marguerite Duras |
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I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I've always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I've always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it's so like me.
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sadness
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Marguerite Duras |
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058bc74
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In a thousand years time this day will have existed for a thousand years to the day. And the ignorance of the whole world about what they've said today will have a date too.
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Marguerite Duras |
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b729be1
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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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Marguerite Duras |
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1311ea9
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All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.
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Marguerite Duras |
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945b848
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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.
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aging-gracefully
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Marguerite Duras |
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a8c90be
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You give me a great desire to love.
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Marguerite Duras |
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6d8cbce
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When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.
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Marguerite Duras |
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8bf01d3
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Muy pronto en mi vida fue demasiado tarde.
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Marguerite Duras |
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8e15a76
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Sometimes we have to avoid thinking about the problems life presents. Otherwise we'd suffocate." - Hiroshima Mon Amour, Marguerite Duras"
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marguerite-duras
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Marguerite Duras |
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f2deb43
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Because he doesn't know he carries within him a supreme elegance, I say it for him.
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Marguerite Duras |
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635ff2a
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Pourquoi nier l'evidente necessite de la memoire?
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nostalgia
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Marguerite Duras |