In raining bullets on those silent faces, already turned away from this world, you think you are disfiguring the face of our truth.
This land on which so many centuries have left their mark is merely an obligatory retreat for you, whereas it has always been our dearest hope. Your too sudden passion is made up of spite and necessity.
Yes, their reasons are overwhelming. They are as big as hope and as deep as revolt. They are the reasons of the future for a country that others tried so long to limit to the gloomy rumination of her past.
A city deprived of everything, devoid of light and devoid of heat, starved, and still not crushed.
For their heroism was that they had to conquer themselves first.
You were satisfied to serve the power of your nation and we dreamed of giving ours her truth. It was enough for you to serve the politics of reality whereas, in our wildest aberrations, we still had a vague conception of the politics of honor.
Having been, not only mutilated in our country, wounded in our very flesh, but also divested of our most beautiful images, for you gave the world a hateful and ridiculous version of them. The most painful thing to bear is seeing a mockery made of what one loves.
The hopeless hope is what sustains us in difficult moments; our comrades will be more patient than the executioners and more numerous than the bullets.
We are fighting for the distinction between sacrifice and mysticism, between energy and violence, between strength and cruelty, for that even finer distinction between the true and the false, between the man of the future and the cowardly gods you revere.
It is a great deal to fight while despising war, to accept losing everything while still preferring happiness, to face destruction while cherishing the idea of a higher civilization.
I noticed that he laid stress on my intelligence. It puzzled me rather why what would count as a good point in an ordinary person should be used against an accused man as an overwhelming proof of his guilt.
You are only excused for happiness and success if you generously agree to share them. But if one is to be happy, one should not worry too much about other people -- which means there is no way out.
Happy and judged or absolved and miserable.
The misery and greatness of this world: it offers no truths, but only objects for love. Absurdity is king, but love saves us from it.
The futility of what was happening here seemed to take me by the throat, I felt like vomiting, and I had only one idea: to get it over, to go back to my cell, and sleep... and sleep.
Friendship is a knowledge acquired by free men. And there is no freedom without intelligence or without mutual understanding.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know.
My soul's a burden to me, I've had enough of it. I'm eager to be in that country, where the sun kills every question. I don't belong here.
We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.
It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear on the contrary that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning.
The only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not.
Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there's always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.
Lucifer also has died with God, and from his ashes has arisen a spiteful demon who does not even understand the object of his venture.
We are rebels for a cause, poets with a dream, and we won't let this world die without a fight.
The evil that is in the world always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding.
In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.
The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.
I have a good, hearty laugh and an energetic handshake, and those are trump cards.
Life is the sum of your choices.
Any thought that abandons unity glorifies diversity. And diversity is the home of art.
You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.
There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.
A crown of kisses to the queen of dreams.
I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.
The real 19th century prophet was Dostoevsky, not Karl Marx.
One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.
Sometimes, from beyond the skycrapers, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.
Don't walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don't walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend.
History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.
Democracy is not the law of the majority but the protection of the minority.
A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end.
It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?
Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself.
Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.
I don't want to be a genius-I have enough problems just trying to be a man.
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Any country where I am not bored is a country that teaches me nothing.
True debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligations. In it you possess only yourself, hence it remains the favorite pastime of the great lovers of their own person.
The true work of art is always on the human scale. It is essentially the one that says, 'less.'
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.
Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.
Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.
Those who love, friends and lovers, know that love is not only a blinding flash, but also a long and painful struggle in the darkness for the realization of definitive recognition and reconciliation.
She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.
I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.
À chacun son printemps, le mien a des roses de fer.
Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle.This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.
The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.
Gandhi proved it is possible to fight for one's people and win without for a moment losing the world's respect.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Part 2. At that moment we are feverish but also porous, so that the slightest touch makes us quiver to the depths of our being.
Travel, which is like a greater and graver science, brings us back to ourselves.
A true masterpiece does not tell everything.
I rebel; therefore I exist.
We rarely confide in those who are better than we are.
Virtue cannot separate itself from reality without becoming a principle of evil.
You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer 'yes' without having asked any clear question.
Note, besides, that it is no more immoral to directly rob citizens than to slip indirect taxes into the price of goods that they cannot do without.
Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.
After all manner of professors have done their best for us, the place we are to get knowledge is in books. The true university of these days is a collection of books.
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities, know how far he can go, foretell his failures -- be what he is. And, above all, accept these things.
The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.
Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.
A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.
To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.
After all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most dreadful of deaths, whereas those who kill him risk nothing except promotion.
Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.
How hard, how bitter it is to become a man!
Lying is not only saying what isn't true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true and, in the case of the human heart, saying more than one feels. We all do it, every day, to make life simpler.
Every man needs slaves like he needs clean air. To rule is to breathe, is it not? And even the most disenfranchised get to breathe. The lowest on the social scale have their spouses or their children.
There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.
Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?