62 Quotes by Louis Aragon

What on earth is modern exegesis up to? Oh, little lazy one! Some red wine and up! Off you go, brandishing your fork, stripped of Ophelia’s useless ornaments, fire in your large nostrils, out to rake the muck of metaphors.

No further use now for this language, this learning, this whole education through which I was taught to exert myself at the heart of the world. Mirage or mirror, a great enchantment glows in this darkness and leans against the door-jam of ravages in the classic pose assumed by death immediately after shedding her shroud. O my image of bone, here I am: let everything finally decompose in the palace of illusions and silence.

How a life exiles itself! The years slip by and leave man, after so many peregrinations and meta-morphoses, absolutely akin himself, for the sake of a little moral simile, to a circumstance which results in his remembering.

Elle avait ce gout de l’absolu, rien n’etait jamais assez, rien n’etait quelque chose. Quiconque a ce gout de l’absolu, renonce par la meme au bonheur.

Yes, I have forgotten your eyes so much so that seeing them again leaves me indifferent on that point. Indifferent... oh no, words no more express love than they do the death of love.

I have never sought out anything but scandal, and I cultivate it for its own sake.

As if one could do what one wanted with one’s own body!

Climb down into your idea, inhabit your idea, well-digger hanging from your rope. At first it was only an outline, a halo, and by now it has not got very far, and everywhere I touch upon things which are not that idea of yours, I touch that idea through everything that refutes it, the world expires along its shores. My idea, my idea clings to countless bonds. A long story and I am moved to pity by its scarred form, I kiss the imperfections of its foot.