Violette Leduc Quotes

Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberries.

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

We are talking. It's a shame. What is said is murdered. Our words that will not grow any bigger or any lovelier will wilt inside our bones. Words wither feelings.

There's no sustenance in the past.

I was and I always shall be hampered by what I think other people will say.

To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal.

To write is to inform against others.

I give myself to adjectives body and soul, I die with pleasure for them.