Roland Barthes

Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#grief #loss #mourning #suffering #death

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#desire #fingers #had #i #instead

To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought...? ↗

— Roland Barthes

#loss #love #mourning #death

I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#life

The incapacity to name is a good symptom of disturbance. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#literature #photography #photography

What love lays bare in me is energy. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#love

I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#love

I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#business

As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#future #mourning #death

We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#feeling #intelligence #smarts #intelligence