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Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor, even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain. ↗

— Elena Ferrante

#divorce #elena-ferrante #love #pain #the-days-of-abandonment

The difference between our decadence and the Russians is that while theirs is brutal, ours is apathetic. ↗

— David Sarnoff

#between #brutal #decadence #difference #our

I have often heard that the novel is dead. But I see novels produced, I don't know how many a week, in France. I have the impression it's carrying along quite well. ↗

— Nathalie Sarraute

#carrying #dead #france #heard #how

One can't write for all readers. A poet cannot write for people who don't like poetry. ↗

— Nathalie Sarraute

#like #people #poet #poetry #readers

Suspicion is one of the morbid reactions by which an organism defends itself and seeks another equilibrium. ↗

— Nathalie Sarraute

#defends #equilibrium #itself #morbid #organism

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#details #distinguish #hard #hear #once

It is very possible that I could have ended up on 80 acres of land by myself, and fallen in love at a distance with a gorgeous woman I could never have been with. ↗

— Peter Sarsgaard

#been #could #distance #ended #fallen

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. ↗

— May Sarton

#back #circles #down #everything #forces

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#always #dies #drawn #finished #late

Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness. ↗

— May Sarton

#creation #day #discipline #each #foolishness