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...
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way losing happened
Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.
giving-up love-you forever
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.
night men alcohol
Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.
summer rain sky
Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.
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.
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.
death brother grief
The outrage was on the scale of God. My younger brother was immortal and they hadn't noticed. Immortality had been concealed in my brother's body while he was alive, and we hadn't noticed that it dwelt there. Now my brother's body was dead, and immortality with it. ... And the error, the outrage, filled the whole universe.
women ideas neglect
It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.
writing men thinking
There are many women who write as they think they should write - to imitate men and make a place for themselves in literature.
passionate literature journalism
I see journalists as the manual workers, the laborers of the word. Journalism can only be literature when it is passionate.
women conversation
One must talk. That's how it is. One must.
opposites wife infidelity
She represents the un-vowed aspiration of the male human being, his potential infidelity - and infidelity of a very special kind, which would lead him to the opposite of his wife, to the woman of wax whom he could model at will, make and unmake in any way he wished, even unto death.
ignorance years world
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.
long-ago voice forever
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.