“She tells you about herself, that is, about the people she loves. We are made of that, we are made of the people we love, nothing else. However reclusive our life might be, lost in hills seared with wind, it… — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“ This morning, on the avenue, my death was walking next to me, under the plane-trees. I came back home, lied on the bed. My death looked tired as much as I was. A few minuts later, I woke up, made a coffee and opened a poems book. Some light came out from the book. I think it was at… — Christian Bobin Copy Share
“Nothing is owed to us in life, not even the innocence of a blue sky. Great art is the art of thankfulness for the… — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“You can tell who your friends are because they don’t prevent you from being on your own, because they illuminate your solitude without interrupting… — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“Life in society is when everyone is there and no one is present. Life in society is when everyone obeys what no one wants.… — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“baraye bayane eshgh hamvare niyazi be vazhe haye asheghane nist , balke ziro bam o ashk o labkhand lazem ast. "Christian Bobin” — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“It is as if the angels had just done their laundry and, owning no other wealth than love, they are always clothed in the… — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“A writer is anyone who follows only the truth of who they are, without ever relying on anything other than the poverty and solitude… — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“The word is a perishable, ephemeral commodity. It takes on the color of the circumstances in which it is used.” — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“A few stars were approaching and in their brightness I glimpsed a fragment of your vanished soul – cheerful and frivolous, unforgettable.” — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
“In such blue beauty you sense the darkness into which the light will soon fall, and in this conjugal life of blue and black… — Christian Bobin Copy Share Image
