Frases de Marguerite Duras

“Escrever é também não falar. É calar-se. É gritar sem fazer ruído.”

“O álcool não consola, não preenche os vazios psicológicos, mas supre a ausência de Deus. Não compensa o homem. Pelo contrário, anima a sua loucura, transporta-o a regiões supremas onde é mestre do seu próprio destino.”

“Nunca escrevi julgando fazê-lo nunca amei julgando amar nunca fiz nada senão esperar diante da porta fechada.”

“Muito cedo foi tarde demais em minha vida.”

“Donde pode nascer o amor? Talvez de uma súbita falha do universo, talvez de um erro, nunca de um ato de vontade.”

“A força que ela tem dentro de si ela deve sentir como uma espécie de inteligência perdida que não lhe serve mais pra nada.
- Você quer dizer, também, como um terrível defeito que a teria contaminado do lado de fora de sua vida não sabia quando, nem como, nem de quem, nem de quê…?
- Um defeito que teria se alojado no vazio do seu corpo e que por toda vida vida ela teria feito calar para manter ali, onde queria ficar, nas pobres regiões de seu amor pelo Capitão.”

“Muito cedo na vida é demasiado tarde.”

“Que é enquanto ela se vive que a vida é imortal, enquanto está em vida. Que a imortalidade não é uma questão de mais ou menos tempo, que não é uma questão de imortalidade, que é questão de outra coisa que permanece ignorada. Que é tão falso dizer que ela não tem começo nem fim, como dizer que começa e acaba com a vida do espírito uma vez que é do espírito que ela participa e da perseguição do vento.”

“Há ilusões que se parecem com a luz do dia; quando acabam, tudo com elas desapareceu.”

“No amor não há férias nem nada que se pareça. O amor deve viver-se plenamente, com o seu aborrecimento e com tudo.”

“Nenhum amor pode substituir o amor.”

“Os homens gostam das mulheres que escrevem. Pensam-no, mas não o dizem. Um escritor é um país desconhecido.”

“Posso dizer o que quiser, nunca saberei o motivo pelo qual se escreve, nem como não se escreve.”

“Caminhais em direcção da solidão. Eu, não, eu tenho os livros.”

“Os jornalistas são os trabalhadores manuais, os operários da palavra. O jornalismo só pode ser literatura quando é apaixonado.”

“Sou mais escritora do que vivente, que uma pessoa que vive. Naquilo que vivi, sou mais escritora do que alguém que vive. É assim que eu me vejo.”

“Quando se tem uma certa moral de combate e poder, é preciso muito pouco para se deixar levar e passar ao excesso.”

“A solidão não se encontra. Nós é que a fazemos.”

“Creio que nada substitui a leitura de um texto, nada substitui a memória de um texto, nada, nenhum jogo.”

“Very early in my life it was too late.”

“I know it's not clothes that make women beautiful or otherwise, nor beauty care, nor expensive creams, nor the distinction of costliness of their finery. I know the problem lies elsewhere. I don't know where. I only know it isn't where women think.”

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

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

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

“Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.”

“I've known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you're more beautiful now than then. Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.”

“That she had so completely recovered her sanity was a source of sadness to her. One should never be cured of one's passion.”

“It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.”

“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.”

“She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.”

“The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he becomes one of the children.”

“I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.”

“I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.”

“You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.”

“She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love.”

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

“The solitude of writing is a solitude without which writing could not be produced, or would crumble, drained bloodless by the search for something else to write.”

“Life is only lived full-time by women with children.”

“I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.”

“When the past is recaptured by the imagination, breath is put back into life.”

“What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.”

“In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?”

“Men like women who write, even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.”

“Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.”

“He wanted to pay her; he thought women ought to be paid for keeping men from dying or going out of their minds.”

“It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.”

“The thing that's between us is fascination, and the fascination resides in our being alike. Whether you're a man or a woman, the fascination resides in finding out that we're alike.”