He wanted to pay her; he thought women ought to be paid for keeping men from dying or going out of their… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country. — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
In heterosexual love there's no solution. Man and woman are irreconcilable, and it's the doomed attempt to do the impossible, repeated in… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
There are many women who write as they think they should write - to imitate men and make a place for themselves… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them.… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
The thing that's between us is fascination, and the fascination resides in our being alike. Whether you're a man or a woman,… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
A house means a family house, a place specially meant for putting children and men in so as to restrict their waywardness… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead -somewhere these two loves come together. To love a… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
Before they're plumbers or writers or taxi drivers or unemployed or journalists, before everything else, men are men. Whether heterosexual or homosexual.… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
Frigidity is desire imagined by a woman who doesnt desire the man offering himself to her. Its the desire of a woman… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
Perhaps someone will have seen mine, the one I’m waiting for, just as I saw him, in a ditch when his hands… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
A woman's work, from the time she gets up to the time she goes to bed, is as hard as a day… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God. It doesn't comfort man. On the… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
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… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
“And modern houses don't have passages, either, for children to play and run about in, and for dogs, umbrellas, coats and satchels. And don't… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
When a woman drinks it's as if an animal were drinking, or a child. Alcoholism is scandalous in a woman, and a female alcoholic… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
Some people are like that - closed - they can't learn from anyone. Us, for example, we can't learn anything, neither I from you… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
I often think of the image only I can see now, and of which I’ve never spoken. It’s always there, in the same silence,… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that. — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
“she can remember everyone admiring a rare kind of evening they spoke of as something they ought to save from oblivion to describe to… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time. — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
“Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least.… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
“─ No le conozco a usted. Nadie puede conocerle, ponerse en su lugar, usted no tiene lugar, no sabe dónde encontrar un lugar. Por… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
She represents the un-vowed aspiration of the male human being, his potential infidelity - and infidelity of a very special kind, which would lead… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
“I think it was during this journey that the image became detached, removed from all the rest. It might have existed, a photograph might… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
“Among all the other nights upon nights, the girl had spent that one on the boat….when it happened, the burst of Chopin…. There wasn’t… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share
