Marguerite Duras Quotes

You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they're simply unbearable.

Don’t be afraid anymore. Not of anyone. Not of anything. Nothing. Ever again. Listen to me: not ever again.

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

Writing was the only thing that populated my life and made it magic.

You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.

You didn't have to attract desire. Either it was in the woman who aroused it or it didn't exist. Either it was there at first glance or else it had never been.

...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.

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.

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.

I think about you. But I don't say it anymore.

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

The best way to fill time is to waste it.

The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help it - can't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.