“That is the definition of truth, it is the thing you must not say. “The miracle into which the child and the… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“This is what’s happening: together we are descending the stairs of the heart, which lead to the sources. (It is a secret… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“...It makes me cry, I want to talk about something I am not sure I can talk about, I want to talk… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“I will talk about truth again, without which (without the word truth , without the mystery truth ) there would be no… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
“(Because Jonah’s real story is the one never told: never was he as stupendously happy as during those three days and three nights of… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
“I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs. Time and again I, too, have felt so full of… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I… — Helene Cixous Copy Share
“And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams. And sometimes I tell a story. Because Promethea asks me for a bowl of words… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
“The author of what I describe is not myself, it is the Other. First of all it is you, it is the woman, it… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
Perhaps what I do not manage to operate rapidly enough is the passage between the outside and the inside. — Helene Cixous Copy Share
“Those I love go in the direction of what they call the last hour—what Clarice Lispector calls, “the hour of the star,” “the hour… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
“Writing, in its noblest function, is the attempt to unerase, to unearth, to find the primitive picture again, ours, the one that frightens us.” — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
“Here I am now. And it is hell. Paradise? Yes, I still am here, but who? only myself, with my small waist, my small… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
“Knowledge from experience: the heart goes blind because the need is stronger than anything else. Your ego is blind, your id is eager. It… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
“I see nothing. I do not move. It is an empty time, animal time, vigilant, I am submerged, under the earth and under time.… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
“Go, fly, swim, bound descend, cross, love the unknown, love the uncertain, love what has not yet been seen, love no one, whom you… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share
![“That is the definition of truth, it is the thing you must not say. “The miracle into which the child and the poet walk” [Tsvetaeva] as if walking home, and home is there…The thing that is both known and unknown, this is what we are looking for when we write. We go toward the most unknown and the…” quote by Hélène Cixous](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/i/b25/h-l-ne-cixous-3823_depths_that-is-the-definition-of-truth-it-is-th_1161068.jpg)
