Violette Leduc
Violette Leduc
Violette Leducwas a French author...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth7 April 1907
CountryFrance
memories butterfly thinking
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.
talking feelings our-words
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.
summer fire solitude
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.
past sustenance
There's no sustenance in the past.
thinking people
I was and I always shall be hampered by what I think other people will say.