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...
whole-life tidying-up whole
Get rid of things or you'll spend your whole life tidying up.
love-you feelings mind
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?
lonely feels
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.
sides surface dies
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.
love moving enough
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.
hurt book writing
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.
mom mother people
Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.
achieve where-you-are get-away
It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.
children doors waiting
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.
beautiful lying thinking
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.
sadness passion sanity
That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.
too-late late
Very early in my life it was too late.
sometimes
Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.
vacation blessing boredom
In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.