Thérèse Desqueyroux Quotes

“What a fool she was ever to have imagined that there might be some place in the world where she could sink to the earth with the knowledge that there were people round her who understood, who perhaps even admired and loved her! She was fated to carry loneliness about with her as a leper carries his scabs. 'No one can do anything for me: no one can do anything against me.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“The really pure in heart know nothing of what goes on around them each day, each night; never realize what poisonous weeds spring up beneath their childish feet.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“She was surprised to find that something from deep down in herself welled into her eyes and burned her cheeks: a few poor tears shed by one who never cried!”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“What an odd creature you are, Bernard, with your constant fear of death! Do you never have a feeling, as I do, of utter futility? No? Doesn't it occur to you that the sort of life people like us lead is remarkably like death?”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“Du moins, sur ce trottoir où je t'abandonne,j'ai l'espérance que tu n'es pas seule.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“The Ladies of the Sacred Heart hung a thousand veils between their little charges and reality. Thérèse despised them for confounding virtue with ignorance.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“...car chacun, ici comme ailleurs, naît avec sa loi propre; ici comme ailleurs, chaque destinée est particulière et pourtant il faut se soumettre à ce morne destin commun; quelques-uns résistent: d'où ces drames sur lesquels les familles font silence.

Etre soi-même? répétai-je, mais nous ne le sommes que dans la mesure où nous nous créons.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“It never occurs to one to think whether she is pretty or ugly. One just surrenders to her charm.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“Les" cœurs sur la main "n'ont pas d'histoire;”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“Her dreams took up a sharper precision of outline. She sought deliberately in her past for facts long since forgotten, for lips that from afar she had adored, for bodies vaguely recognized which chance meetings and the random happenings of dream had brought into innocent contact with her own. She composed a symphony of happiness, invented a world of delights, built up from odds and ends a wholly impossible universe of love.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux

“Vivre mais un cadavre entre les mains de ceux qui la haïssent. N'essayer en rien de voir au-delà.”
― François Mauriac, Thérèse Desqueyroux