To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal. Violette Leduc More Quotes by Violette Leduc More Quotes From Violette Leduc To have an inner life, to think, to juggle and leap, to become a tightrope walker in the world of ideas. To attack, to riposte, to refute, what a contest, what acclaim. To understand. The most generous word of all. Memory. To retain, a geyser of felicity. Intelligence. The agonizing poverty of my mind. Words and ideas flitting in and out like butterflies. My brain a dandelion seed blown in the wind. Violette Leduc butterfly memories thinking I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. Violette Leduc journey fire summer There's no sustenance in the past. Violette Leduc sustenance past We are talking. It's a shame. What is said is murdered. Our words that will not grow any bigger or any lovelier will wilt inside our bones. Words wither feelings. Violette Leduc our-words feelings talking Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberries. Violette Leduc raspberries sinking jam I was and I always shall be hampered by what I think other people will say. Violette Leduc people thinking To write is to inform against others. Violette Leduc writing My mother never took my hand. Violette Leduc took hand never mother At the age of five, of six, at the age of seven, I used to begin weeping sometimes without warning, simply for the sake of weeping, my eyes open wide to the sun, to the flowers... I wanted to feel an immense grief inside me, and it came. Violette Leduc eyes me age sun I was afraid of having to present my big nose to strangers. Violette Leduc nose strangers present big
