Today there is no symbolic compensation for old age, no recognition of a specific value: wisdom, perceptiveness, experience, vision.
ROLAND BARTHESI love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: she is going to die: I shudder, like winnicott’s psychotic patient, over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.
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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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The haiku reproduces the designating gesture of the child pointing at whatever it is (the haiku shows no partiality for the subject), merely saying: that!
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There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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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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Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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Architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience.
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The politician being interviewed clearly takes a great deal of trouble to imagine an ending to his sentence: and if he stopped short? His entire policy would be jeopardized!
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What love lays bare in me is energy.
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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?
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I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
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I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it’s been pretty fun.
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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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The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
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Cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.
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