Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
ROLAND BARTHESI encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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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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The best principals are not heroes; they are hero makers.
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I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.
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Through the mythology of Einstein, the world blissfully regained the image of knowledge reduced to a formula.
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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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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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Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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A picture is never anything but its own plural description.
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The photographic image is a message without a code.
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To eat steak rare represents both a nature and a morality.
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One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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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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Ultimately, Photography is subversive, not when it frightens, repels, or even stigmatizes, but when it is pensive, when it thinks.
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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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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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