“(Sartre) (The world is full without me, as in Nausea; the world plays at living behind a glass partition; the world is… — 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
If I acknowledge my dependency, I do so because for me it is a means of signifying my demand: in the realm… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Gossip reduces the other to he/she, and this reduction is intolerable to me. For me the other is neither he nor she;… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“To whom can I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Inexpressible Love: To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“As Narrative (Novel, Passion), love is a story which is accomplished, in the sacred sense of the word: it is a program… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“…This singular reversal may perhaps proceed from the fact that for us the “subject” (since Christianity) is the one who suffers: where… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“Charlus takes the narrator's chin and slides his magnetized fingers up to the ears "like a barber's fingers." This trivial gesture, which… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“To try to write love is to confront the muck of language; that region of hysteria where language is both too much… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
The Winter Photograph was my Ariadne, not because it would help me discover a secret thing (monster or treasure), but because it… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere. — 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
“Powerless to utter itself, powerless to speak, love nonetheless wants to proclaim itself, to exclaim, to write itself everywhere: all’acqua, all’ombra, ai… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“(Love’s atopia, characteristic which causes it to escape all dissertations, would be that *ultimately* it is possible to talk about love only… — 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 Image
“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 Image
Today there is no symbolic compensation for old age, no recognition of a specific value: wisdom, perceptiveness, experience, vision. — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 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
“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 Image
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 Image
“(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 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 me, from… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
