L'amour Quotes

“Finally he hears something: he thinks it is the ebb and flow of the sea, the water crashing back into the abyss of salt.”
― Marguerite Duras, L'amour

“Night.

The beach and the sea are in darkness.

A dog passes, going toward the sea wall.

No one walks on the boardwalk, but, on the benches lining it, people sit. They relax. Are silent. Separated from one another. They do not speak.

The traveler passes. He walks slowly, he goes in the same direction as the dog.

He stops. Returns. He seems to be out for a walk. He starts off again.

His face is no longer visible.

The sea is calm. No wind.

The traveler returns. The dog does not return. The sea begins to rise, it seems. Its sounds getting closer. Muffled thudding coming from the river’s many mouths. Somber sky.”
― Marguerite Duras, L'amour

“También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde. Ahora ya no les quiero. No sé si los quise. Los abandoné. Ya no guardo en mi mente el perfume de su piel ni en mis ojos el color de sus ojos. Ya no me acuerdo de la voz, salvo a veces la de la dulzura con la fatiga de la noche. Ya no oigo la risa, ni la risa ni los gritos. Se acabó, ya no lo recuerdo. [...] se ha convertido en escritura corriente.”
― Marguerite Duras, L'amour