Qui a tué mon père Quotes

“For the ruling class, in general, politics is a question of aesthetics: a way of seeing themselves, of seeing the world, of constructing a personality. For us it was life or death.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Among those who have everything, I have never seen a family go to the seashore just to celebrate a political decision, because for them politics changes almost nothing. This is something I realized when I went to live in Paris, far away from you: the ruling class may complain about a left-wing government, they may complain about a right-wing government, but no government ever ruins their digestion, no government ever breaks their backs, no government ever inspires a trip to the beach. Politics never changes their lives, at least not much. What’s strange, too, is that they’re the ones who engage in politics, though it has almost no effect on their lives. For the ruling class, in general, politics is a question of aesthetics: a way of seeing themselves, of seeing the world, of constructing a personality. For us it was life or death.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“What we call history is nothing but the story of the same emotions, the same joys, reproduced across bodies and time”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“You were as much a victim of the violence you inflicted as of the violence you endured.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Where is history? The history they taught at school was not your own. We were learning world history, and you were left out.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Last month, when I came to see you, you asked me just before I left, Are you still involved in politics? The word still was a reference to my first year in high school, when I belonged to a radical leftist party and we argued because you thought I’d get myself into trouble if I took part in illegal demonstrations. Yes, I told you, more and more involved. You let three or four seconds go by. Then you said, You’re right. You’re right — what we need is a revolution.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“When December comes, you say you wish the holidays were already over and done with and well behind us, and I think you pretend to hate happiness in order to make yourself believe that, if your life seems an unhappy one, at least you’re the one who chose it. As if you wanted to pretend you had some control over your own unhappiness. As if you wanted to give the impression that, if your life was too hard, you wanted it that way, out of disgust with pleasure, out of a loathing for joy.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Il me semble souvent que je t'aime”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“f we look at politics as the government of some living people by other living people, as well as the existence of individuals within communities not of their choosing, then politics is what separates some populations, whose lives are supported, nurtured, protected, from other populations, who are exposed to death, to persecution, to murder.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Your father doesn't want to go into his past because the past reminds him that he could have become a different person, and didn't.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Macron, Hollande, Valls, El Khomri, Hirsch, Sarkozy, Bertrand, Chirac. The history of your suffering bears these names. Your life story is the history of one person after another beating you down. The history of your body is the history of these names, one after another, destroying you. The history of your body stands as an accusation against political history”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“your back had been mangled by the factory, mangled by the life you were forced to live, by the life that wasn’t yours, that wasn’t yours because you never got to live a life of your own, because you lived on the outskirts of your life — because of all that you stayed at home, and usually they were the ones who came over.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Drinking brought oblivion. The world was responsible, but how could you blame the world, the world that imposed a life that the people around us had no choice but to try to forget — with drinking, by drinking.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Your life proves that we are not what we do, but rather that we are what we haven't done, because the world, or society, stood in our way. Because verdicts, as Didier Eribon calls them, came crashing down on us - gay, trans, female, black, poor - and made certain lives, certain experiences, certain dreams, inaccessible to us.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“I am not afraid of repeating myself because what I am writing, what I am saying, does not answer to the standards of literature, but to those of necessity and desperation, to standards of fire.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“In his book Being and Nothingness, Jean-Paul Sartre probes the connection between one’s being and one’s actions. Are we defined by what we do? Are we defined by the projects we undertake? Are a woman and a man simply what they do, or is there a difference, a gap, between the truth of who we are and our actions? Your life proves that we are not what we do, but rather that we are what we haven’t done, because the world, or society, stood in our way. Because verdicts, as Didier Eribon calls them, came crashing down on us – gay, trans, female, black, poor – and made certain lives, certain experiences, certain dreams, inaccessible to us.”
― Édouard Louis, Who Killed My Father

“September 2017 Emmanuel Macron condemns the “laziness” of those in France who, according to him, are blocking his reforms. You’ve always known that this word is reserved for people like you, people who can’t work because they live too far from large towns, who can’t find work because they were driven out of the educational system too soon, without a diploma, who can’t work anymore because life in the factory has mangled their back. We don’t use the word lazy to describe a boss who sits in an office all day ordering other people around. We’d never say that. When I was little, you were always saying, obsessively, I’m not lazy, because you knew this insult hung over you, like a specter you wished to exorcize.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Tega sem se zavedel, ko sem prišel živet v Pariz, daleč od tebe: vladajoči se lahko pritožujejo nad levičarsko vlado, lahko se pritožujejo nad desničarsko vlado, vendar jim vlada nikoli ne povzroči težav s prebavo, vlada jim nikoli ne uniči hrbta, vlada jih nikoli ne požene k morju. Politika jim ne spremeni življenja ali pa ga zelo malo. Tudi to je čudno, da namreč oni delajo politiko, politika pa na njihova življenja skoraj nima vpliva. Za vladajoče je politika najpogosteje vprašanje estetike: način, kako mislijo, kako gledajo na svet, kako si izoblikujejo osebnost. Za nas pa je pomenila živeti ali umreti.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Pentru cei ce domină, politica este, cel mai adesea, o chestiune estetică: un anumit mod de a se gândi la ei înșiși, de a percepe lumea, de a-și forma personalitatea. Pentru noi era o chestiune de viață și de moarte.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Jouw leven bewijst dat we niet zijn wat we doen, maar daarentegen dat we zijn wat we niet hebben gedaan, omdat de wereld, of de samenleving, het ons heeft belet. Omdat we getroffen zijn door wat Didier Eribon 'vonnissen' noemt: gay, trans, vrouw, zwart, arm, die bepaalde levens, bepaalde ervaringen, bepaalde dromen voor ons ontoegankelijk hebben gemaakt.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Você sabe desde sempre que essa palavra é reservada a pessoas como você, àquelas que não puderam ou que não podem mais trabalhar porque vivem muito longe das grandes cidades, que não conseguem trabalho porque foram expulsos muito cedo da escola, sem diploma, àqueles que não podem mais trabalhar porque a vida na fábrica lhes triturou as costas. nunca se usa 'inativo' para caracterizar um patrão que fica o dia todo sentado no escritório dando ordens para os outros.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“L'histoire de ton corps accuse l'histoire politique.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Il y a plus d'objets que de personnes dans nos souvenirs.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Your life proves that we are not what we do, but rather that we are what we haven’t done, because the world, or society, stood in our way. Because verdicts, as Didier Eribon calls them, came crashing down on us – gay, trans, female, black, poor – and made certain lives, certain experiences, certain dreams, inaccessible to us.”
― Édouard Louis, Who Killed My Father

“...there are those to whom youth is given and those who can only try desperately to steal it.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Tu as crié. Tu m'as dit de ne plus te poser de questions, mais tu n'étais pas énervé comme d'habitude, ce n'était pas un cri normal. Tu avais honte parce que je te confrontais à la culture scolaire, celle qui t'avais exclu, qui n'avait pas voulu de toi. Où est l'histoire? L'histoire qu'on enseignait à l'école n'était pas ton histoire à toi. On nous apprenait l'histoire du monde et tu étais tenu à l'écart du monde.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“That's the trouble with stolen things, like you with your youth: we can never quite believe they are really ours, and so we have to keep stealing them forever.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“You were fascinated by all technological innovations, as if, through the novelty they embodied, you could infuse your own life with a newness to which you were not entitled. You commented, in a voice part envy and part admiration, on ads for new phones, tablets, or computers. You didn’t buy them, they cost too much.”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père

“Peter Handke dit : « Devant tous les événements ma mère semblait être là, bouche ouverte. » Toi tu n’étais pas là. Tu n’avais même pas la bouche ouverte parce que tu avais perdu le luxe de l’étonnement et de l’épouvante, plus rien n’était inattendu parce que tu n’attendais plus rien, plus rien n’était violent puisque la violence, tu ne l’appelais pas violence, tu l’appelais la vie, tu ne l’appelais pas, elle était là, elle était”
― Édouard Louis, Qui a tué mon père