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.
ROLAND BARTHESIs not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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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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Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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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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He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
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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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Where you are tender, you speak your plural.
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When we look at a photograph of ourselves or of others, we are really looking at the return of the dead.
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All those young photographers who are at work in the world, determined upon the capture of actuality, do not know that they are agents of Death.
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We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.
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Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
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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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The new is not a fashion, it is a value.
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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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