To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought?
ROLAND BARTHESA light without shadow generates an emotion without reserve.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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Architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience.
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What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.
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The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
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The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
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Whereas the work is understood to be traceable to a source (through a process of derivation or “filiation”), the Text is without a source – the “author” a mere “guest” at the reading of the Text.
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Literature is without proofs. By which it must be understood that it cannot prove, not only what it says, but even that it is worth the trouble of saying it.
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This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival.
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Touch is the most demystifying of all senses, different from sight which is the most magical.
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Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it’s the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.
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To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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As Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
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What love lays bare in me is energy.
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Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
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Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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