The Malady of Death QUOTES

1 " 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. "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death

3 " When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you. "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death

5 " She opens her eyes, says: Stop lying. She says she hopes she'll never know anything, anything in the world, the way you do. She says: I don't want to know anything the way you do, with that death-derived certainty, that hopeless monotony, the same every day of your life, every night, and that deadly routine of lovelessness. "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death

7 " L'envie d'être au bord de tuer un amant,de le garder pour vous, pour vous seul, de le prendre, de le voler contre toutes les lois, contre tous les empires de la morale, vous ne la connaissez pas, vous ne l'avez jamais connue? "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death

9 " Birinin sizi sevebileceğine inanıp inanmadığını sorarsınız ona. Hiçbir durumda sevilemeyeceğinizi söyler. Ölüm yüzünden mi? diye sorarsınız. Evet, der, duygularınızdaki bu yavanlık, bu durağanlık yüzünden, denizin siyah olduğu yalanını söylemeniz yüzünden. "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death

11 " You go on talking, all alone in the world, just as you wish. You say love has always struck you as out of place, you've never understood, you've always avoided loving, always wanted to be free not to. You say you're lost. But that you don't know what you're lost to. Or in. "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death

13 " You're going to die of death. Your death has already begun. "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death

15 " You ask how loving can happen--the emotion of loving.

She answers: Perhaps a sudden lapse in the logic of the universe. She says: Through a mistake, for instance. She says: Never through an act of will. You ask: Could the emotion of loving come from other things too? You beg her to say. She says: It can come from anything, from the flight of a night bird, from a sleep, from a dream of sleep, from the approach of death, from a word, from a crime, of itself, from oneself, often without knowing how. "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death

17 " Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.”
― Marguerite Duras, The Malady of Death "

― Marguerite Duras , The Malady of Death