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.
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…
- 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.
To write is to inform against others. - Violette Leduc
To write is to inform against others.
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.
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…
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…
There's no sustenance in the past. - Violette Leduc
There's no sustenance in the past.
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