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Roland Barthes

Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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Mourning Myself Suffering
Isn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language – the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.
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I Love You Language Lose Myself Point
I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.
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Arrival Lose Myself Time
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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Desire Fingers Language Myself Skin Tremble Word
I cannot classify the other, for the other is, precisely, Unique, the singular Image which has miraculously come to correspond to the speciality of my desire. The other is the figure of my truth, and cannot be imprisoned in any stereotype (which is the truth of others).
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Classification Desire Myself Speciality Stereotype Truth Unique
Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.
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Community Family Instrument Television
Why is it better to last than to burn?
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Better Burn Last Myself
The realists do not take the photograph for a ‘copy’ of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.
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Art Magic Photography Reality
The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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Creation Life Meaning
Wine is a part of society because it provides a basis not only for a morality but also for an environment; it is an ornament in the slightest ceremonials of French daily life, from the snack to the feast, from the conversation at the local cafT to the speech at a formal dinner.
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Dinner Environment Formal Moral Society Talk Wine
The art of living has no history: it does not evolve: the pleasure which vanishes vanishes for good, there is no substitute for it. Other pleasures come, which replace nothing. No progress in pleasures, nothing but mutations.
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Art History Live Mutation Pleasure
I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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I Love You Myself Removal
Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.
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Desire Disappointment Pleasure Rival Truth
Language is legislation, speech is its code. We do not see the power which is in speech because we forget that all speech is a classification, and that all classifications are oppressive.
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Classification Forget Language Oppression Power Speech
The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).
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Forget Lover Memories Strain Time
If I had to create a god, I would lend him a “slow understanding”: a kind of drip-by-drip understanding of problems. People who understand quickly frighten me.
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Creation Fear God Problem Scare Slow Understand Understanding

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