Muriel Barbery

“We musn't forget that our bodies decline, friends die, everyone forgets about us, and the end is solitude,”

“Conclusion: better to be a thinking monk than a postmodernthinker.”

“A flavor...what do you think, old madman, what do you think? That if you find a lost flavor you will eradicate decades of misunderstanding and find yourself confronted with a truth that might redeem the aridity of your heart of stone? And yet he had in his possession all the arms that make for the best duelist: a fine way with his pen, nerve, panache. His prose...his prose was nectar, ambrosia, a hymn to language: it was gut-wrenching, and it hardly mattered whether he was talking about food or something else, it would be a mistake to think that the topic mattered: it was the way he phrased it that was so brilliant.”

“The first time he consulted me, I caught a glimpse of my salvation. He made a gift to me of the very thing that I - too corrupted by my bourgeoise blood to renounce it- could not be, merely by tacitly agreeing to be my client, simply by frequenting my waiting room on a regular basis, with his ordinary docile manner of a patient who makes no fuss. Later he gave me another gift, magnanimously, that of his conversation. Worlds hitherto unknown to me suddenly appeared, and the very thing that my flame had always coveted so ardently, and had despaired of ever obtaining, was suddenly mine, thanks to him, vicariously.”

“I'd seen the older children in class look into books for invisible traces, as if they were driven by the same force and, sinking deeper into silence, they were able to draw from the dead paper something that seemed alive.”

“«Je m’appelle Paloma, j’ai douze ans, j’habite au 7 rue de Grenelle dans un appartement de riches. Mais malgré toute cette chance et toute cette richesse, depuis très longtemps, je sais que la destination finale, c’est le bocal à poissons; la vacuité et l’ineptie de l’existence. Comment est-ce que je le sais ? Il se trouve que je suis très intelligente. Exceptionnellement intelligente, même. Même si on compare avec les adultes, je suis beaucoup plus maligne que la plupart d’entre eux. C’est comme ça. Je n’en suis pas spécialement fière parce que je n’y suis pour rien. Mais ce qui est certain, c’est que dans le bocal, je n’irais pas. C’est une décision bien réfléchie. Même pour une personne aussi intelligente que moi, aussi douée pour les études, aussi différente des autres et aussi supérieure à la plupart, la vie est déjà toute tracée et c’est triste à pleurer : personne ne semble avoir songé au fait que si l’existence est absurde, y réussir brillamment n’a pas plus de valeur qu’y échouer. C’est seulement plus confortable. Et encore : je crois que la lucidité rend le succès amer alors que la médiocrité espère toujours quelque chose.»”

“They didn't recognize me," I say. I come to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, completely flabbergasted. "They didn't recognize me," I repeat. He stops in turn, my hand still on his arm. "It is because they have never seen you," he says. "I would recognize you anywhere.”

“A teenager who pretends to be an adult is still a teenager. If you imagine that getting high at a party and sleeping around is going to propel you into a state of adulthood, that's like thinking that dressing up as an Indian is going to make you an Indian.”

“Pensando en eso esta noche, con el corazón y el estómago hechos papilla, me digo que al fin de cuentas quizá sea eso la vida: mucha desesperación pero también algunos momentos de belleza donde el tiempo ya no es igual. Es como si las notas musicales hicieran una suerte de paréntesis en el tiempo, una suspensión, otro lugar aquí mismo, un siempre en el jamás.Si, eso es, un siempre en el jamás.”

“C'est peut-être ça, être vivant: traquer des instants qui meurent.”

“Où se trouve la beauté ? Dans les grandes choses qui, comme les autres, sont condamnées à mourir, ou bien dans les petites qui, sans prétendre à rien, savent incruster dans l’instant une gemme d’infini ?”

“À part l’amour, l’amitié et la beauté de l’Art, je ne vois pas grand-chose d’autre qui puisse nourrir la vie humaine.”

“Vivre, mourir: ce ne sont que des conséquences de ce qu'on a construit. Ce qui compte, c'est de bien construire.”

“Aimer, ça ne doit pas être un moyen, ça doit être un but.”

“I thought I had found my calling, I thought I'd understood that in order to heal, I could heal others, or at least the other "healable" people, the ones who can be saved - instead of moping because I can't save other people. So what does this mean - I'm supposed to become a doctor? Or a writer? It's a bit the same thing, no? (Paloma)”

“[H]umans live in a world where it's words and not deeds that have power, where the ultimate skill is mastery of language. This is a terrible thing because basically we are primates who've been programmed to eat, sleep, reproduce, conquer and make our territory safe, and the ones who are most gifted at that, the most animal types among us, always get screwed by the others, the fine talkers, despite these latter being incapable of defending their own garden or bringing a rabbit home for dinner or procreating properly. Humans live in a world where the weak are dominant. This is a terrible insult to our animal nature, a sort of perversion or a deep contradiction.”

“Personally I think there is only one thing to do: find the task we have been placed on this Earth to do, and accomplish it as best we can, with all our strength, without making things complicated or thinking there's anything divine about our animal nature. This is the only way we will ever feel that we have been doing something constructive when death comes to get us. Freedom, choice, will, and so on? Chimeras. We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.”

“Because art is life, playing to other rhythms.”

“Entrusting one's life is not the same as opening up one's soul.”

“And on the way home I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.”

“Music plays a huge role in my life. It is music that helps me to endure ... well ... everything there is to endure.”

“Teď už vím, co člověk musí prožít předtím, než umře. Tedy: můžu vám to říct. Před smrtí člověk musí prožít, jak se déšť promění ve světlo.”

“We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.”

“We mustn't forget old people with their rotten bodies, old people who are so close to death, something that young people don't want to think about (so it is to homes that they entrust the care of accompanying their parents to the threshold, with no fuss or bother). And where's the joy in these final hours that they ought to be making the most of? They're spent in boredom and bitterness, endlessly revisiting memories. We mustn't forget that our bodies decline, friends die, everyone forgets about us, and the end is solitude. Nor must we forget that these old people were young once, that a lifespan is pathetically short, that one day you're twenty and the next day you're eighty. [...] But just by observing the adults around me I understood very early on that life goes by in no time at all, yet they're always in such a hurry, so stressed out by deadlines, so eager for now so they needn't think about tomorrow... But if you dread tomorrow, it's because you don't know how to build the present, and when you don't know how to build the present, you tell yourself you can deal with it tomorrow, and it's a lost cause anyway because tomorrow always ends up becoming today, don't you see?”

“Don't we all deal with life the way we do our military service? Doing what we can, while we wait either to be demobbed or do battle? Some will clean up the barrack-room, others will skive off, or spend their time playing cards, or trafficking, or plotting something. Officers command, soldiers obey, but no one's fooled by this comedy behind closed doors: one day, you'll have to go out there and die, officers and soldiers alike, the morons along with the crafty ones who smuggle toilet paper or deal in cigarettes on the black market.”

“If people could climb higher in the social hierarchy in proportion to their incompetence, I guarantee the world would not go round the way it does. But that's not even the problem. What his sentence means isn't that incompetent people have found their place in the sun, but that nothing is harder or more unfair than human reality: humans live in a world where it's words and not deeds that have power, where the ultimate skill is mastery of language.”

“Say what you want, do what you will with all those fine speeches on evolution, civilisation and a ton of other '-tion' words, mankind has not progressed very far from its origins: people still believe they're not here by chance, and that there are gods, kindly for the most part, who are watching over their fate.”

“With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of art, I don't see much else that can nurture human life.”

“Some people are incapable of perceiving in the object of their contemplation the very thing that gives it its intrinsic life and breath, and they spend their entire lives conversing about mankind as if they were robots, and about things as though they have no soul and must be reduced to what can be said about them - all at the whim of their own subjective inspiration.”

“No one seems to have thought of the fact that life is absurd, being a brilliant success has no greater value than being a failure. It's just more comfortable. And even then: I think lucidity gives your success a bitter taste, whereas mediocrity still leaves hope for something.”

“Apparently, now and again adults take the time to sit down and contemplate what a disaster their life is. They complain without understanding and, like flies constantly banging against the same old windowpane, they buzz around, suffer, waste away, get depressed then wonder how they got caught up in this spiral that is taking them where they don't want to go.”

“What does Art do for us? It gives shape to our emotions, makes them visible, and, in so doing, places a seal of eternity upon them, a seal representing all those works that, by means of a particular form, have incarnated the universal nature of human emotions.”

“This is eminently true of many happy moments in life. Freed from the demands of decision and intention, adrift on some inner sea, we observe our various movements as if they belonged to someone else, and yet we admire their involuntary excellence.”

“Levin delights in the forgetfulness that movement brings, where the pleasure of doing is marvellously foreign to the striving of the will.”

“Та ето каква е дълбоката ми мисъл за днешния ден: за първи път срещам някого, който търси хората и вижда отвъд тях. Може да изглежда банално, но все пак мисля, че е дълбоко. Никога не прозираме отвъд нашите убеждения и, нещо по-лошо, отказали сме се от срещата с другия, срещаме само себе си, без да се познаем в тези постоянни огледала. Ако го разберем, ако осъзнаем, че винаги гледаме само себе си в другия, че сме сами с пустинята, ще полудеем....... Моля съдбата да ми предостави шанса да виждам отвъд себе си и да срещна някого.""Елегантността на таралежа”

“Because from now on, for you, I'll be searching for those moments of always within never/Beauty, in this world.”

“For the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the word 'never'. And it's really awful. You say the word a hundred times a day but you don't really know what you're saying until you're faced with a real 'never again'.”

“I'm afraid to go into myself and see what's going on in there.”

“Melancholy overwhelms me at supersonic speed.”

“Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person's soul something like endless breathing.”

“...yarının daima bugün olduğunu görmüyor musunuz?”

“The strong ones among humans do nothing. They talk and talk again.”

“Sashimi is velvet dust, verging on silk, or a bit of both, and the extraordinary alchemy of its gossamer essence allows it to preserve a milky density unknown even by clouds.... my cheeks recalled the effects of its profound caress.”

“This morning I understand what it means to die: when we disappear, it is the others who die for us, for here I am , lying on a cold pavement and it is not the dying I care about; it has no more meaning this morning that it did yesterday. But never again will I see those I love, and if that is what dying is about then it really is the tragedy they say it is.”

“I understood that I was suffering because I couldn't make anyone else around me feel better.”

“Maybe the greatest anger and frustration come not from unemployment or poverty or the lack of a future but from the feeling that you have no culture, because you've been torn between cultures, between incompatible symbols. How can you exist when you don't know where you are?”

“I won't get any better by punishing the people I can't heal.”

“Papa is just a kid who's playing the dead serious grown-up.”

“There was only one thing I wanted: to be left alone, without too many demand upon my person, so that for a few moments each day I might be allowed to assuage my hunger.”

“Nadie parece haber caído en cuenta de que si la existencia es absurda, lograr en ella un éxito brillante no tiene más valor que fracasar por completo.”