Ah, the sun will catch me, in my disturbing transparency. What am I but an awareness of the dark, forever? — Edmond Jabes Copy Share Image
It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. To approach this silence, it is necessary… — Edmond Jabes Copy Share
For the writer, discovering the work he will write is both like a miracle and a wound, like the miracle of the wound. — Edmond Jabes Copy Share
Only what touches us closely preoccupies us. We prepare in solitude to face it. (The Little Book of Unsuspected Subversion) — Edmond Jabes Copy Share
Silence is no weakness of language. It is, on the contrary, its strength. It is the weakness of words not to know this. — Edmond Jabes Copy Share
The book is an unbearable totality. I write against a background of facets. — Edmond Jabes Copy Share
“In your loneliness, you hear the word from far away and then, in gratitude, look at it so closely that you cannot but drown… — Edmond Jabès Copy Share
It is not certainty which is creative, but the uncertainty we are pledged to in our works. — Edmond Jabes Copy Share
In the morning, you tear up the pages of your fever, but every word naturally leads you back to its color, its night. — Edmond Jabes Copy Share
“At an early age I found myself facing the incomprehensible, the unthinkable, death. Ever since, I have known nothing on this earth can be… — Edmond Jabès Copy Share
As long as we are not chased from our words we have nothing to fear. As long as our utterances keep their sound we… — Edmond Jabes Copy Share
