9 Quotes by Louis Ferdinand Celine

What is worse is that one wonders how, to-morrow, one will find strength enough to go on doing what one has been doing the day before, and for so much too long before that, – strength for the whole mad business, for a thousand and one vain projects: attempts to escape crushing necessity; attempts which are always stillborn....

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth

Since we are nothing but packages of tepid, half-rotted viscera, we shall always have trouble with sentiment. Being in love is nothing, it’s sticking together that’s difficult. Faeces on the other hand make no attempt to endure or to grow. On this score we are far more unfortunate than shit: our frenzy to persist in our present state — that’s the unconscionable torture.

I had always suspected myself of being almost purposeless, of not really having any single serious reason for existing. Now I was convinced, in the face of the facts themselves, of my personal emptiness.

Just looking at her made my mouth water, like a sip of dry wine, that flinty taste. There was a hardness in her eyes, unrelieved by the amiably commercial oriental-Fragonard vivacity you find in nearly all the eyes in these parts.

The biggest defeat in every department of life is to forget, especially the things that have done you in, and to die without realizing how far people can go in the way of crumminess. When the grave lies open before us, let’s not try to be witty, but on the other hand, let’s not forget, but make it our business to record the worst of the human viciousness we’ve seen without changing one word. When that’s done, we can curl up our toes and sink into the pit. That’s work enough for a lifetime.

Viaggiare è utile, fa lavorare l'immaginazione. Tutto il resto non è che delusioni e fatiche. Il nostro viaggio è interamente immaginario. Ecco la sua forza.Va dalla vita alla morte.

Yaşamı dans ettirecek kadar müziğimiz kalmamıştır içimizde, işte bu. Tüm gençlik daha şimdiden dünyanın öbür ucunda gerçeğin sessizliğinde ölüvermiştir. Peki dışarıda nereye gidilebilir ki, soruyorum size, içinizde yeterli miktarda çılgınlık kalmamışsa? Gerçek, bitmek bilmeyen bir can çekişmedir. Bu dünyanın gerçeği ölümdür. Seçim yapmak gerek, ya ölmek ya da yalan söylemek. Bense asla kendimi öldüremedim.

İnsan bir yerde takılıp kaldıkça, nesneler ve insanlar iyice yozlaşıyorlar, çürüyorlar ve sırf sizin hatırınıza leş gibi kokmaya başlıyorlar.