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Duras: Love for me is a heroic dream in a tired life.

March 3rd is the anniversary of the death of French woman writer marguerite duras. Writing and love are the whole life of Duras. More than 7 works, nearly 2 films and many lovers constitute Duras' beautiful and legendary life. Her maverick personality makes her a writer who is difficult to classify in the history of French literature and a woman who is difficult to imitate in real life. Today, I selected some of her classic quotations to share with you.

Duras

marguerite duras (April 4, 1914-March 3, 1996), formerly known as Margaret Tauradio, is a famous contemporary French woman writer and film director. His representative works include the novel "Song in the Middle", "Vice Consul" and the play "Love in Hiroshima". In 1984, he published "Lover" and won the Gonggur Literature Prize that year.

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At that time, you were still very young and everyone said you were beautiful. Now, I have come to tell you that for me, I think you are more beautiful now than when you were young. I love your battered face more than your face then.

After a lonely life, I finally like my ignorance, and I feel comfortable with them, as if it were a fire. At this time, you should let the flame burn slowly, without saying a word or commenting on anything. We must renew ourselves in ignorance.

when I was very young, it was too late.

their character determines their fate, but what determines their character? We can't change everyone's environment, and we can't guarantee that everyone is in such an environment that can cultivate good character, so please don't comment on everyone's quality easily.

My life is like a fruit. I casually took a few bites, but I didn't taste it, and I didn't pay attention to eating it. It is not my responsibility to live to this age and grow into this appearance. This appearance is recognized, and it is my appearance. I accepted it gladly, and I had no choice. I am this girl, and I will never change once I am sure.

where hate lies is the threshold on which silence begins.

to me, love is not a close relative of the skin, not a vegetable and a meal, but an immortal desire and a heroic dream in a tired life.

Tears comfort the past and the future.

loneliness is always accompanied by madness. I know that. People can't see madness. Only sometimes can I feel it. I don't think it will be anything else. When you pour everything, a whole book, you must be in a special state of loneliness and can't share it with anyone. You can't share anything with others. You must read the book you wrote alone and be enclosed in your book.

I always want to keep a place where I can stay alone, where I can love without knowing what to love, who to love, how to love and how long to love. But keep a waiting place in your heart, others will never know, waiting for love, maybe not knowing who to love, but waiting for it, love.

This may be a beautiful mistake at all. In the moment when I suddenly look back, love has quietly come. However, whether this love is an accidental encounter or countless deliberate encounters, love is not a simple matter.

This is the crowd in China. This kind of crowd can still be seen even in today's prosperous scene. Their habit of walking in groups is never in a hurry. Squeezing into the noisy crowd seems to be like no one's watching. It seems that there is no happiness, no sadness or curiosity. They only know how to walk, and they can't see where they are going. They just walk here and wander there. They are alone in the crowd, but they never feel lonely.

let's stop here, just stop. Besides, stay here forever.

If a person doesn't even have a soul, but just lets a pair of exorcised shells wander in this world, then he can really do anything. No one knows where his soul has gone. Was it abandoned by yourself? Or is it stripped by life? We don't know this, but such a person, while we hate him, I think we should pity him more.

even if crying doesn't help, I think we should cry. Because despair is palpable. It will stay. Memories of despair will stay. Sometimes it kills people.

people begin to get old as soon as they remember.

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