The effort of explaining, even of expressing himself, had become, with the years, more and more terrifying to him. Whether from laziness or from inability to find the right words, he had developed almost a passion for silence. - François Mauriac,Thérèse Desqueyroux
The necessarily restricted passageway of speech against which all possible meanings push each other, preventing each other’s emergence. Speaking frightens me because, by never saying enough, I also say too much. - Jacques Derrida, Writing and Difference
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact. - George Eliot, Impressions of Theophrastus Such
“A vingt-six ans, Bernard Desqueyroux, après quelques voyages << fortement potassés d'avance >> en Italie, en Espagne, aux Pays-Bas, épouserait la fille la plus riche et la plus intelligente de la lande, peut-être pas la plus jolie, << mais on ne se demande pas si elle est jolie ou laide, on subit son charme >>”
“At twenty-six, Bernard Desqueyroux - after several ‘studiously planned’ tripts to Italy, to Spain, to the Low Countries - would marry the richest and smartest girl in the region, though maybe not the prettiest - but then, 'you don’t ask whether she’s pretty or ugly; you just submit to her charm.'”
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!