Orsolya

“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”
― Roland Barthes

“The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“...language is never innocent.”
― Roland Barthes

“Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.”
― Roland Barthes