“The measurement of mourning: eighteen months for mourning a father, a mother.” — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“I am either lacerated or ill at ease and occasionally subject to gusts of life” — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Everyone is “extremely nice”—and yet I feel entirely alone. (“Abandonitis”).” — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering. — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Isn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language — the amorous language? No more… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“It is said that Time soothes mourning – No, Time makes nothing happen; it merely makes the emotivity of mourning pass.” — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Mourning. At the death of the loved being, acute phase of narcissism: one emerges from sickness, from servitude. Then, gradually, freedom takes… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Like love, mourning affects the world—and the worldly—with unreality, with importunity. I resist the world, I suffer from what it demands of… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Afternoon with Michel, sorting maman’s belongings. Began the day by looking at her photographs. A cruel mourning begins again (but had never… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“There is a time when death is an event, an ad-venture, and as such mobilizes, interests, activates, tetanizes. And then one day… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“A cold winter night. I'm warm enough, yet I'm alone. And I realize that I'll 'have' to get used to existing quite… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Grim evening at Gabès (windy, black clouds, hideous bungalows, “folklore” performance in the Hotel Chems bar): I can no longer take refuge… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“I transform "Work" in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real "Work" - of writing.) for: the… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
It is said that mourning, by its gradual labour, slowly erases pain; I could not, I cannot believe this; because for me,… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Maman’s death: perhaps it is the one thing in my life that I have not responded to neurotically. My grief has not… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Werther identifies himself with the madman, with the footman. As a reader, I can identify myself with Werther. Historically, thousands of subjects have done… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
“Valéry used to speak of those people who die in an accident because they are unwilling to let go of their umbrellas; how many… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
Today there is no symbolic compensation for old age, no recognition of a specific value: wisdom, perceptiveness, experience, vision. — Roland Barthes Copy Share
The unary Photograph has every reason to be banal, 'unity' of composition being the first rule of vulgar (and notably, of academic) rhetoric: 'The… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
“Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual. We never encounter a state where man is separated… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
“It is said that Time soothes mourning – No, Time makes nothing happen; it merely makes the emotivity of mourning pass.” — Roland Barthes Copy Share
“So long as I perceive the world as hostile, I remain linked to it: *I am not crazy*. But sometimes, once my bad temper… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
I think that cars today are almost the exact equivalent of the great Gothic cathedrals: I mean the supreme creation of an era, conceived… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
“(Sartre) (The world is full without me, as in Nausea; the world plays at living behind a glass partition; the world is in an… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
“Like love, mourning affects the world—and the worldly—with unreality, with importunity. I resist the world, I suffer from what it demands of me, from… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
“There is an age at which we teach what we know. Then comes another age at which we teach what we do not know;… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
As a jealous man, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that… — Roland Barthes Copy Share
