Amour Quotes

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Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.
Louis L'Amour
Once you have read a book you care about, some part of it is always with you.
Louis L'Amour (Matagorda/The First Fast Draw: Two Novels in One Volume)
Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.
Ranata Suzuki
Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more
Diana Gabaldon (Dragonfly in Amber (Outlander, #2))
A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.
Jane Austen (Persuasion)
I think about you. But I don't say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras (Hiroshima mon amour)
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished; that will be the beginning.
Louis L'Amour
You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.
Grace Willows (To Kiss a King)
For one who reads, there is no limit to the number of lives that may be lived, for fiction, biography, and history offer an inexhaustible number of lives in many parts of the world, in all periods of time.
Louis L'Amour
The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast, and you miss all you are traveling for.
Louis L'Amour
I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.
Ranata Suzuki
I am somebody. I am me. And I don't need anybody to make me somebody.
Louis L'Amour
Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone.
Louis L'Amour
Recette pour aller mieux. Répéter souvent ces trois phrases : le bonheur n'existe pas. L'amour est impossible. Rien n'est grave.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
Between love and the automatic garbage chute, young people everywhere have made their choice and prefer the garbage chute. [Entre l'amour et le vide-ordure automatique la jeunesse de tous les pays a fait son choix et préfère le vide-ordure.]
Ivan Chtcheglov
When love gets on a slippery slope, unawareness or indifference might be the underpinning of disenchantment and falling out of love. (“Amour en friche”)
Erik Pevernagie
Up to a point a person’s life is shaped by environment, heredity, and changes in the world about them. Then there comes a time when it lies within their grasp to shape the clay of their life into the sort of thing they wish it to be. Only the weak blame parents, their race, their times, lack of good fortune or the quirks of fate. Everyone has the power to say, "This I am today. That I shall be tomorrow.
Louis L'Amour (The Walking Drum)
Adventure is just a romantic name for trouble. It sounds swell when you write about it, but it's hell when you meet it face to face in a dark and lonely place.
Louis L'Amour
Love might be frightening, at times, and some are scared of becoming infatuated. Therefore, they may rather choose to chicken out, while walking on thin ice, poise and guts are letting them down. (“Amour en friche”)
Erik Pevernagie
A book is less important for what it says than for what it makes you think.
Louis L'Amour (Education of a Wandering Man: A Memoir)
Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.
Ranata Suzuki
I’m in love with you,” I whisper. He tries to smile but his eyes flood instead. “Don’t love me more than your dreams, myshka. Because I love you too much to let you give them up for me.
Krista Ritchie (Amour Amour (Aerial Ethereal, #1))
She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.
Grace Willows
The more one learns, the more he understands his ignorance.
Louis L'Amour
I would not sit waiting for some vague tomorrow, nor for something to happen. One could wait a lifetime, and find nothing at the end of the waiting. I would begin here, I would make something happen.
Louis L'Amour (Sackett's Land (The Sacketts, #1))
Let me be mad, then, by all means! mad with the madness of Absinthe, the wildest, most luxurious madness in the world! Vive la folie! Vive l'amour! Vive l'animalisme! Vive le Diable!
Marie Corelli (Wormwood: A Drama of Paris (Broadview Editions))
If love does not make us reborn from ourselves, if it does not bring out the best values in us, if it does not reveal us to ourselves, life has dispossessed us, and the reasons are hidden in the dark chambers of our past. (“Amour en friche »)
Erik Pevernagie
When love has left us in the lurch and nothing ever strikes a chord anymore, we may come to realize a vacuum of the lost vibrations of happiness and an absence of the ethereal and exalting feel of harmony that we only become aware of, after time passes by and everything has expired. (“Amour en friche”)
Erik Pevernagie
Et l'amour, où tout est facile, Où tout est donné dans l'instant; Il existe au milieu du temps La possibilité d'une île.
Michel Houellebecq (The Possibility of an Island)
Les paroles d'amour, qui sont toujours les mêmes, prennent le goût des lèvres dont elles sortent.
Guy de Maupassant (Bel-Ami)
When a man is one of a kind, he will be lonely wherever he is.
Louis L'Amour (The Lonesome Gods)
A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one's life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself. You have a chance to select from pretty elegant furnishings.
Louis L'Amour
L'amour est une catastrophe magnifique : savoir que l'on fonce dans un mur, et accélérer quand même.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
-Ça ne fait rien, disait monsieur Ibrahim. Ton amour pour elle, il est à toi. Il t'appartient. Même si elle le refuse, elle ne peut rien y changer. Elle n'en profite pas, c'est tout. Ce que tu donnes, Momo, c'est à toi pour toujours; ce que tu gardes, c'est perdu à jamais!
Éric-Emmanuel Schmitt (Monsieur Ibrahim and The Flowers of the Qur'an)
I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. "I realized I'm in love." Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d'amour in the car with us. "And you just realized this? Did you just have some sort of vision?" "Didn't need to," I said, thinking of Wolfe's ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. "It's always been right in front of me.
Richelle Mead (The Indigo Spell (Bloodlines, #3))
Have faith in God but keep your powder dry.
Louis L'Amour
Tout comme il existe des coups de foudre en amour, il y a quelques fois des coups de foudre en amitié
Guillaume Musso (Seras-tu là?)
I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.
Marguerite Duras (Hiroshima mon amour)
L'amour est un combat perdu d'avance.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
L'amour, c'est la victoire de l'imagination sur l'intelligence.
Bernard Werber (L'ultime secret)
Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more.
Louis L'Amour
He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.
Ranata Suzuki
No one can "get" an education, for of necessity education is a continuing process.
Louis L'Amour
The truth is always a disappointment, which is why everybody lies.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
Tous mes anciens amours vont me revenir.' - All my old loves will be returned to me
Carolyn Turgeon (Godmother: The Secret Cinderella Story)
I believe in love at first sight… But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are.
Ranata Suzuki
Le coeur a ses raisons que le raison ne connaît point.
Blaise Pascal (Pensées)
Il ya toute une vie dans une heure d'amour.
Honoré de Balzac (The Wild Ass's Skin)
One day I was speeding along at the typewriter, and my daughter - who was a child at the time - asked me, "Daddy, why are you writing so fast?" And I replied, "Because I want to see how the story turns out!
Louis L'Amour
Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soliel amer: L’âcre amour m’a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j’aille à la mer!
Arthur Rimbaud (Le Bateau ivre)
Il y a des beautés qui sautent aux yeux et d'autres qui sont écrites en hyéroglyphes: on met du temps à déchiffrer leur splendeur mais, quand elle est apparue, elle est plus belle que la beauté.
Amélie Nothomb
I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true.
Ranata Suzuki
A mistake constantly made by those who should know better is to judge people of the past by our standards rather than their own. The only way men or women can be judged is against the canvas of their own time.
Louis L'Amour (Education of a Wandering Man: A Memoir)
Reading without thinking is nothing, for a book is less important for what it says than for what it makes you think.
Louis L'Amour (The Walking Drum)
The only thing that never changes is that everything changes.
Louis L'Amour
The Apache don't have a word for love," he said. "Know what they both say at the marriage? The squaw-taking ceremony?" "Tell me." "Varlebena. It means forever. That's all they say.
Louis L'Amour (Hondo)
We all traverse in and out of people’s worlds, leaving footprints. Some larger, some smaller, but there is always a mark. We can’t sweep it away.
Krista Ritchie (Amour Amour (Aerial Ethereal, #1))
Though I never really had you…. … to me you will always be the one that got away.
Ranata Suzuki
When you go to a country, you must learn how to say two things: how to ask for food, and to tell a woman that you love her. Of these the second is more important, for if you tell a woman you love her, she will certainly feed you.
Louis L'Amour
I have read my books by many lights, hoarding their beauty, their wit or wisdom against the dark days when I would have no book, nor a place to read. I have known hunger of the belly kind many times over, but I have known a worse hunger: the need to know and to learn.
Louis L'Amour (Education of a Wandering Man: A Memoir)
...Дълго време едничката ми цел в живота бе да се саморазрушавам. И ето че веднъж ми се прииска щастие. Ужасно е, срам ме е, простете ми, но един ден изпаднах в плен на вулгарното изкушение да бъда щастлив. По-късно разбрах, че това е най-добрият начин да се саморазрушиш.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
Happiness is a lot more frightening than depression.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
One day it may feel as if energy and enthusiasm are quenched, feelings dried up and emotions scorched, love and affection tangled in a harsh and uninviting setting. Nothing seems to grow anymore. No seed. No flowers. No foreseeable hope. No conceivable prospects. Any blossom of expectation seems to have become an illusion and life appears to have come to a standstill. If no seed of loving care is sown in the untilled, abandoned land, no bud can come into flower. Singer Amy Winehouse felt like lying fallow in the ground of a wasteland "with tears dry, dying a hundred times, going back to black" and leaving eventually for a place of ultimate sorrow and heartbreak, for a point of no return. ( “Amour en friche” )
Erik Pevernagie
Today is all we have, tomorrow is a mirage that may never become reality.
Louis L'Amour
Love is a battle lost before even begun.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth.
Roman Payne (Hope and Despair)
Do not let yourself be bothered by the inconsequential. One has only so much time in this world, so devote it to the work and the people most important to you, to those you love and things that matter. One can waste half a lifetime with people one doesn't really like, or doing things when one would be better off somewhere else.
Louis L'Amour (Ride the River (The Sacketts, #5))
We are, finally, all wanderers in search of knowledge. Most of us hold the dream of becoming something better than we are, something larger, richer, in some way more important to the world and ourselves. Too often, the way taken is the wrong way, with too much emphasis on what we want to have, rather than what we wish to become.
Louis L'Amour (Education of a Wandering Man: A Memoir)
Love is a moment of stillness that sometimes a word can shatter to pieces. Or love can be a thing that endures, a rich, deep current flowing unending through the years.
Louis L'Amour
I’ve found that life is a series of crossroads, dead-ends and U-turns. There is no real destination. There is no goal to end all goals. As long as we’re living, we’ll always keep driving.
Krista Ritchie (Amour Amour (Aerial Ethereal, #1))
Actually, all education is self-education. A teacher is only a guide, to point out the way, and no school, no matter how excellent, can give you education. What you receive is like the outlines in a child’s coloring book. You must fill in the colors yourself.
Louis L'Amour
We do not at present educate people to think but, rather, to have opinions, and that is something altogether different.
Louis L'Amour
Historical novels are, without question, the best way of teaching history, for they offer the human stories behind the events and leave the reader with a desire to know more.
Louis L'Amour (Education of a Wandering Man: A Memoir)
I’m average. I’ve been average most of my life, but there are moments where I feel extraordinary. Invincible. Able to conquer any fear and step outside any box. There is no illusion, no fantasy. I can climb a forty-foot pole. I can fly eighty-feet in the air. I can be taller than tall. It’s a dream that I’m living. Every day. With him.
Krista Ritchie (Amour Amour (Aerial Ethereal, #1))
In all your Amours you should prefer old Women to young ones. You call this a Paradox, and demand my Reasons. They are these: 1. Because as they have more Knowledge of the World and their Minds are better stor’d with Observations, their Conversation is more improving and more lastingly agreable. 2. Because when Women cease to be handsome, they study to be good. To maintain their Influence over Men, they supply the Diminution of Beauty by an Augmentation of Utility. They learn to do a 1000 Services small and great, and are the most tender and useful of all Friends when you are sick. Thus they continue amiable. And hence there is hardly such a thing to be found as an old Woman who is not a good Woman. 3. Because there is no hazard of Children, which irregularly produc’d may be attended with much Inconvenience. 4. Because thro’ more Experience, they are more prudent and discreet in conducting an Intrigue to prevent Suspicion. The Commerce with them is therefore safer with regard to your Reputation. And with regard to theirs, if the Affair should happen to be known, considerate People might be rather inclin’d to excuse an old Woman who would kindly take care of a young Man, form his Manners by her good Counsels, and prevent his ruining his Health and Fortune among mercenary Prostitutes. 5. Because in every Animal that walks upright, the Deficiency of the Fluids that fill the Muscles appears first in the highest Part: The Face first grows lank and wrinkled; then the Neck; then the Breast and Arms; the lower Parts continuing to the last as plump as ever: So that covering all above with a Basket, and regarding only what is below the Girdle, it is impossible of two Women to know an old from a young one. And as in the dark all Cats are grey, the Pleasure of corporal Enjoyment with an old Woman is at least equal, and frequently superior, every Knack being by Practice capable of Improvement. 6. Because the Sin is less. The debauching a Virgin may be her Ruin, and make her for Life unhappy. 7. Because the Compunction is less. The having made a young Girl miserable may give you frequent bitter Reflections; none of which can attend the making an old Woman happy. 8thly and Lastly They are so grateful!!
Benjamin Franklin
I’d help you every day so that you could see a better tomorrow. I will never give you less than that.
Krista Ritchie (Amour Amour (Aerial Ethereal, #1))
La solitude à deux est l'enfer consenti.
Michel Houellebecq (The Possibility of an Island)
Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share.
Andrei Codrescu (New Orleans, Mon Amour: Twenty Years of Writings from the City)
M'amour, m'amour what do I love and where are you? That I lost my center fighting the world The Dreams clash and are shattered- and that I tried to make a paradiso terrestre. I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.
Ezra Pound (The Cantos)
And then, one day, my love, you come out of eternity.
Marguerite Duras (Hiroshima mon amour)
Banality is sometimes striking.
Marguerite Duras (Hiroshima mon amour)
The way I see it, every time a man gets up in the morning he starts his life over. Sure, the bills are there to pay, and the job is there to do, but you don't have to stay in a pattern. You can always start over, saddle a fresh horse and take another trail.
Louis L'Amour (The Proving Trail)
L'amour le plus fort est celui qui n'est pas partagé. J'aurais préféré ne jamais le savoir, mais telle est la vérité: il n'y a rien de pire que d'aimer quelqu'un qui ne vous aime pas - et en même temps c'est la chose la plus belle qui me soit jamais arrivée. Aimer quelqu'un qui vous aime aussi, c'est du narcissisme. Aimer quelqu'un qui ne vous aime pas,ça, c'est de l'amour.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
He never knew when he was whipped ... So he never was.......
Louis L'Amour (To the Far Blue Mountains)
There is nothing more dangerous than a woman with a shotgun. Because you don't know when it's going to go off...and neither does she.
Louis L'Amour
La rayuela se juega con una piedrita que hay que empujar con la punta del zapato. Ingredientes: una acera, una piedrita, un zapato, y un bello dibujo con tiza, preferentemente de colores. En lo alto está el Cielo, abajo está la Tierra, es muy difícil llegar con la piedrita al Cielo, casi siempre se calcula mal y la piedra sale del dibujo. Poco a poco, sin embargo, se va adquiriendo la habilidad necesaria para salvar las diferentes casillas (rayuela caracol, rayuela rectangular, rayuela de fantasía, poco usada) y un día se aprende a salir de la Tierra y remontar la piedrita hasta el Cielo, hasta entrar en el Cielo, (Et tous nos amours, sollozó Emmanuèle boca abajo), lo malo es que justamente a esa altura, cuando casi nadie ha aprendido a remontar la piedrita hasta el Cielo, se acaba de golpe la infancia y se cae en las novelas, en la angustia al divino cohete, en la especulación de otro Cielo al que también hay que aprender a llegar. Y porque se ha salido de la infancia (Je n'oublierai pas le temps des cérises, pataleó Emmanuèle en el suelo) se olvida que para llegar al Cielo se necesitan, como ingredientes, una piedrita y la punta de un zapato.
Julio Cortázar (Hopscotch)
Knowledge was not meant to be locked behind doors. It breathes best in the open air where all men can inhale its essence.
Louis L'Amour (The Haunted Mesa)
If you’re going to be a writer, the first essential is just to write. Do not wait for an idea. Start writing something and the ideas will come. You have to turn the faucet on before the water starts to flow.
Louis L’Amour
It is often said that one has but one life to live, but that is nonsense. For one who reads, there is no limit to the number of lives that may be lived, for fiction, biography and history offer an inexhaustible number of lives in many parts of the world, in all periods of time.
Louis L'Amour (Education of a Wandering Man: A Memoir)
Ariette III Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon coeur ? Ô bruit doux de la pluie Par terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie, Ô le chant de la pluie ! Il pleure sans raison Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure. Quoi ! nulle trahison ? Ce deuil est sans raison. C'est bien la pire peine De ne savoir pourquoi Sans amour et sans haine Mon coeur a tant de peine !
Paul Verlaine (Romances sans paroles)
L'amour est quelque chose de trop abstrait et d'indiscernable. Il est dépendant de nous perçu et vécu par nous. Si nous n'existions pas, il n'existerait pas. Et nous sommes tellement changeants... Alors l'amour ne peut que l'être aussi. L'amour s'enflamme, trépasse, se brise, nous brise, se ranime...: nous ranime. L'amour n'est peut-être pas éternel mais nous, il nous rend éternels... Par-delà notre mort, l'amour que nous avons éveillé continue d’accomplir son chemin.
Jul Maroh (Le bleu est une couleur chaude)
Yet I saw crypts when I looked at him, and I heard the beat of kettledrums. I saw torchlit fields where I had never been, heard vague incantations, felt the heat of raging fires on my face. And they didn't come out of him, these visions. Rather I drew them out on my own. Yet I never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall. Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this." — Lestat de Lioncourt
Anne Rice (The Vampire Lestat (The Vampire Chronicles, #2))
Être seul est devenu une maladie honteuse. Pourquoi tout le monde fuit-il la solitude? Parce qu'elle oblige à penser. De nos jours, Descartes n'écrirait plus: “Je pense donc je suis.” Il dirait: “Je suis seul donc je pense.” Personne ne veut la solitude, car elle laisse trop de temps pour réfléchir. Or plus on pense, plus on est intelligent, donc plus on est triste.
Frédéric Beigbeder (L'amour dure trois ans (Marc Marronnier, #3))
Being in love (l’amour fou) a pathological variant of loving. Being in love = addiction, obsession, exclusion of others, insatiable demand for presence, paralysis of other interests and activities. A disease of love, a fever (therefore exalting). One “falls” in love. But this is one disease which, if one must have it, is better to have often rather than infrequently. It’s less mad to fall in love often (less inaccurate for there are many wonderful people in the world) than only two or three times in one’s life. Or maybe it’s better always to be in love with several people at any given time.
Susan Sontag (As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980)
. . . What do you wish to be? What would you like to become?” I did not know, and I told her so, but the question worried me. Should I know? “There is time,” she said, “but the sooner you know, the sooner you can plan. To have a goal is the important thing, and to work toward it. Then, if you decide you wish to do something different, you will at least have been moving, you will have been going somewhere, you will have been learning.
Louis L'Amour (The Lonesome Gods (The Louis L'Amour Collection))
I have an immoderate passion for water; for the sea, though so vast, so restless, so beyond one's comprehension; for rivers, beautiful, yet fugitive and elusive; but especially for marshes, teeming with all that mysterious life of the creatures that haunt them. A marsh is a whole world within a world, a different world, with a life of its own, with its own permanent denizens, its passing visitors, its voices, its sounds, its own strange mystery.
Guy de Maupassant (The House of Madame Tellier and Other Stories (32 stories))
Avec l'amour maternel, la vie vous fait, à l'aube, une promesse qu'elle ne tient jamais. Chaque fois qu'une femme vous prend dans ses bras et vous serre sur son coeur, ce ne sont plus que des condoléances. On revient toujours gueuler sur la tombe de sa mère comme un chien abandonné. Jamais plus, jamais plus, jamais plus. Des bras adorables se referment autour de votre cou et des lèvres très douces vous parlent d'amour, mais vous êtes au courant. Vous êtes passé à la source très tôt et vous avez tout bu. Lorsque la soif vous reprend, vous avez beau vous jeter de tous côtés, il n'y a plus de puits, il n'y a que des mirages. Vous avez fait, dès la première lueur de l'aube, une étude très serrée de l'amour et vous avez sur vous de la documentation. Je ne dis pas qu'il faille empêcher les mères d'aimer leurs petits. Je dis simplement qu'il vaut mieux que les mères aient encore quelqu'un d'autre à aimer. Si ma mère avait eu un amant, je n'aurais pas passé ma vie à mourir de soif auprès de chaque fontaine. Malheureusement pour moi, je me connais en vrais diamants.
Romain Gary (Promise at Dawn)
He caught hold of my hand. “Sydney, please don’t do this,” he begged. “No matter how confident you feel, no matter how careful you think you are, things will spiral out of control.” “They already have,” I said, opening the passenger door. “And I’m going to stop fighting them. Thank you for everything, Marcus. I mean it.” “Wait, Sydney,” he called. “Just tell me one thing.” I glanced back and waited. “Where did this come from? When you called me to tell me you were coming, you said you’d realized it was the smart thing to do. What made you change your mind?” I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. “I realized I’m in love.” Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d’amour in the car with us. “And you just realized that? Did you just have some sort of vision?” “Didn’t need to,” I said, thinking of Wolfe’s ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. “It’s always been right in front of me.
Richelle Mead (The Indigo Spell (Bloodlines, #3))
As-tu déjà été amoureux? C'est horrible non? Ca rend si vulnérable. Ca t'ouvre la poitrine et le coeur en grand et du coup, n'importe qui peut venir te bousiller de l'intérieur. On se forge des défenses, on se fabrique une belle armure pour que rien ne puisse jamais nous atteindre, et voilà qu'un imbécile, pas bien différent des autres s'immisce dans notre imbécile de vie... On lui offre un morceau de soi alors que l'autre n'a rien demandé. Il a juste fait un truc débile un jour, genre t'embrasser ou te sourire, mais, depuis, ta vie ne t'appartient plus. L'amour te prend en otage. Il s'insinue en toi. Il te dévore de l'intérieur et te laisse tout seul à chialer dans le noir, au point qu'un simple phrase comme "je crois qu'on devrait rester amis" te fait l'effet d'un éclat de verre qu'on t'aurait planté dans le coeur. Ca fait mal. Pas juste dans ton imagination. Pas juste dans ta tête. C'est une douleur à fendre l'âme, qui s'incruste en toi et te déchire du dedans. Je hais l'amour.
Neil Gaiman (The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones)
Listen to me. I know something else. It will begin again. 200,000 dead and 80,000 wounded in nine seconds. Those are the official figures. It will begin again. It will be 10,000 degrees on the earth. Ten thousand suns, people will say. The asphalt will burn. Chaos will prevail. An entire city will be lifted off the ground, and fall back to earth in ashes…I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you?
Marguerite Duras (Hiroshima mon amour)