Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes. Marguerite Duras More Quotes by Marguerite Duras More Quotes From Marguerite Duras When a woman drinks it's as if an animal were drinking, or a child. Alcoholism is scandalous in a woman, and a female alcoholic is rare, a serious matter. It's a slur on the divine in our nature. Marguerite Duras drinkinganimalchildren Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself. Marguerite Duras killingdrinkingthinking Life is only lived full-time by women with children. Marguerite Duras life-ischildren Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one still recognizes it. Marguerite Duras pariscitiesyears Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day. Marguerite Duras alcoholmennight Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened. Marguerite Duras happenedlosingway 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. Marguerite Duras wrinklessubstanceskins Fidelity, enforced and unto death, is the price you pay for the kind of love you never want to give up, for someone you want to hold forever, tighter and tighter, whether he's close or far away, someone who becomes dearer to you the more you've sacrificed for his sake. Marguerite Duras giving-upforeverlove-you Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God. Marguerite Duras gapspsychologicalalcohol Heterosexuality is dangerous. It tempts you to aim at a perfect duality of desire. Marguerite Duras heterosexuality-isperfectdesire Nowhere is one more alone than in Paris ... and yet surrounded by crowds. Nowhere is one more likely to incur greater ridicule. And no visit is more essential. Marguerite Duras crowdsparisessentials The thing that's between us is fascination, and the fascination resides in our being alike. Whether you're a man or a woman, the fascination resides in finding out that we're alike. Marguerite Duras fascinationrelationshipmen I don't have general views about anything, except social injustice. Marguerite Duras injusticesocialviews Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one I’m waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands were making their last appeal and his eyes no longer could see. Someone who will never know what that man was to me; someone whose name I’ll never know. Marguerite Duras eyemenhands When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you. Marguerite Duras marvelousreachingdifferences The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he becomes one of the children. Marguerite Duras homemenchildren ...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened. Marguerite Duras lustmemorieslong 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. Marguerite Duras writingbookideas One must talk. That's how it is. One must. Marguerite Duras womenconversation Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart. Marguerite Duras yardsvoiceheart
