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.
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 wit… - Violette Leduc
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 wit…
- Violette Leduc
To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal. - Violette Leduc
To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal.
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… - Violette Leduc
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…
To write is to inform against others. - Violette Leduc
To write is to inform against others.
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 con… - 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 con…
Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberrie… - Violette Leduc
Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberrie…
I was and I always shall be hampered by what I think other people will say. - Violette Leduc
I was and I always shall be hampered by what I think other people will say.
There's no sustenance in the past. - Violette Leduc
There's no sustenance in the past.
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