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“No, no, she wasn’t lost, she was even going to make a list of things she could do!
She sat with a blank page and wrote: eat — look at fruit in the market — see people’s faces — feel love — feel hate — have something not known and feel an unbearable suffering — wait impatiently for the beloved — sea — go into the sea — buy a new swimsuit — make coffee — look at objects — listen to music — holding hands — irritation — be right — not be right and give in to someone who is — be forgiven for the vanity of living — be a woman — do myself credit — laugh at the absurdity of my condition — have no choice — have a choice — fall asleep — but of bodily love I shall not speak.”
― An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures
She sat with a blank page and wrote: eat — look at fruit in the market — see people’s faces — feel love — feel hate — have something not known and feel an unbearable suffering — wait impatiently for the beloved — sea — go into the sea — buy a new swimsuit — make coffee — look at objects — listen to music — holding hands — irritation — be right — not be right and give in to someone who is — be forgiven for the vanity of living — be a woman — do myself credit — laugh at the absurdity of my condition — have no choice — have a choice — fall asleep — but of bodily love I shall not speak.”
― An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures
“Could love be giving your own solitude to another? Because that's the ultimate thing you can give of yourself.”
― An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures
― An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures
“It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.”
― The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
― The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories
“My angel," Carold said. "Flung out of space.”
― The Price of Salt
― The Price of Salt
“She had what's known as inner life and didn't know it. She lived off herself as if eating her own entrails. When she went to work she looked like a gentle lunatic because as the bus went along she daydreamed in loud and dazzling dreams. These dreams, because of all that interiority, were empty because they lacked the essential nucelus of—of ecstasy, let's say. Most of the time she had without realizing it the void that fills the souls of the saints. Was she a saint? So it seems. She didn't know what she was meditating because she didn't know what the word meant. But it seems to me that her life was a long meditation on the nothing. Except she needed others in order to believe in herself, otherwise she'd get lost in the successive and round emptiness inside her. She meditated while she was typing and that's why she made even more mistakes.”
― The Hour of the Star
― The Hour of the Star
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