Awaiting Oblivion Quotes

“In each word, not words but the space that, appearing, disappearing, they designate as the moving space of their appearance and their disappearance.
In each word, a response to the unexpressed, the refusal and attraction of the unexpressed.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“• "Not you, not I: the forgetting will forget me in you, and the impersonal remembrance will efface me from that which remembers.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“Attendre, c'était attendre l'occasion. Et l'occasion ne venait qu'à l'instant dérobé à l'attente, l'instant où il n'est plus question d'attendre.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“La pression de la ville : de toutes parts. Les maisons ne sont pas là pour qu'on y demeure, mais pour qu'il y ait des rues et, dans les rues, le mouvement incessant de la ville.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“In each word, not words but the space that, appearing, disappearing, they designate as the moving space of their appearance and their disappearance. In each word, a response to the unexpressed, the refusal and attraction of the unexpressed.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“Deux paroles étroitement serrées l'une contre l'autre, comme deux corps vivants, mais aux limites indécises.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“Attendre, se rendre attentif à ce qui fait de l'attente un acte neutre, enroulé sur soi, serré en cercles dont le plus intérieur et le plus extérieur coïncident, attention distraite en attente et jusqu'à l'inattendu. Attente, attente qui est le refus de rien attendre, calme étendue déroulée par les pas.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“They were both dreamed only by the one they would have liked to be for each other.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“Waiting is the awaiting of presence that is not given in waiting, presence that is led, however, to the simple play of presence by wait­ing that withdraws from presence everything that is present it.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“He sensed that this thought was not actually common to them, but rather that they would be in common only in this thought.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“+ Since when had he started to wait? Since he had made himself free for waiting by losing the desire for particular things, including the desire for the end of things. Waiting begins when there is nothing more to wait for, not even the end of waiting. Waiting is unaware of and destroys that which awaits. Waiting awaits nothing.
Whatever the importance of the object of waiting may be, it is always infinitely surpassed by the movement of waiting. Waiting renders all things equally important, equally vain. In order to wait for the slightest thing, we have at our disposal an infinite capacity for waiting that seems inexhaustible.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion

“Povera camera, sei mai stata abitata? Come fa freddo qui, come ti abito poco. Ci sto forse per cancellare tutte le tracce del mio soggiorno?
Di nuovo, di nuovo, camminando e rimanendo sempre qui, un altro paese, altre città, altre strade, lo stesso paese.”
― Maurice Blanchot, Awaiting Oblivion