How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
ROLAND BARTHESWe don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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To eat, to speak, to sing (need we add: to kiss?) are operations which have the same site of the body for origin.
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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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A picture is never anything but its own plural description.
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Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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Every new Fashion is a refusal to inherit, a subversion against the oppression of the preceding Fashion; Fashion experiences itself as a Right, the natural right of the present over the past.
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One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel
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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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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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To eat steak rare represents both a nature and a morality.
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There are people who think that wrestling is an ignoble sport. Wrestling is not sport, it is a spectacle, and it is no more ignoble to attend a wrestled performance of suffering than a performance of the sorrows of Arnolphe or Andromaque.
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New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.
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Today there is no symbolic compensation for old age, no recognition of a specific value: wisdom, perceptiveness, experience, vision.
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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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