Edmond Jabès
Silence is inside the word as something to be read. — Edmond Jabès, Edmond Jabès (Wesleyan University Press, 1991) Advertisements
Category: French Literature
Arthur Rimbaud
Eternity It has been found again. What? – Eternity. It is the sea fled away With the sun. Sentinel soul, Let us whisper the confession Of the night full of nothingness And the day on fire. From humain approbation, From common urges You diverge here And fly off as you may. Since from you alone,… Continue reading Arthur Rimbaud
Gilles Deleuze
To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one’s self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a… Continue reading Gilles Deleuze
Simone Weil
I am not a person with whom it is advisable to link one’s fate. — Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace. (Routledge; Complete English ed. edition November 14, 2002)
Alexandre Dumas
Sighs united together are almost prayers; prayers coming from two hearts are almost acts of grace. — Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition May 27, 2003) Originally published 1844
Jean-Paul Sartre
“I am free,” he said suddenly. And his joy changed, on the spot, to a crushing sense of anguish. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Reprieve: A Novel. (Vintage; Reprint edition, July 7, 1992) Originally publiswhed 1945.
Victor Hugo
There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees. — Victor Hugo, Les Misérables. (A. Lacroix, Verboeckhoven & Cie. 1862)
