Press: March 3 is the anniversary of the death of French writer Marguerite Duras. Writing and love are the whole of Duras' life. More than seventy works, nearly twenty movies, and many lovers constituted Duras' beautiful and legendary life. Her maverick character made her a writer who is difficult to categorize in the history of French literature and a woman who is difficult to imitate in real life. Today, I have selected some of her classic quotes to enjoy with you***.

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Marguerite Duras (April 4, 1914 - March 3, 1996), formerly known as Marguerite Tauradieu, is a famous contemporary French female writer and film choreographer. Her representative works include the novels "The Middle Board of a Song" and "The Vice-Consul", as well as the play "Love in Hiroshima", etc. In 1984, she published "The Lover", which won the Goncourt Prize for Literature in the same year.

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Back then, you were young, and everyone said you were beautiful. Now, I have come specially to tell you that for me, I think you are more beautiful now than when you were young. I love your battered face now more than the way you looked then.

After the days of loneliness, I have finally come to love my own ignorance, and I feel as comfortable with them as with a fire. It is time to let the flame burn slowly, without saying a word or commenting on anything. One must renew oneself in ignorance.

When I was very young, it was too late.

Character defines them, yet what defines them. We can't change everyone's environment, we can't guarantee that everyone is in the kind of environment that fosters good character, so please don't judge everyone so easily.

My life is like a fruit, I carelessly took a few bites, but did not taste the flavor and did not pay attention to what I was eating. It is not my responsibility to live to this age and grow into this mold. This look is recognized; it is my look. I accept it gladly and have no choice. I am this girl, once determined never change.

The place of hate is the threshold where silence begins.

Love for me is not skin to skin, not a vegetable or a meal, it is an immortal desire, a heroic dream in a tired life.

Tears comfort both the past and the future.

Loneliness is always accompanied by madness. This I know. One cannot see madness. One can only sometimes sense it. I don't think it can be any other way. When you pour out everything, a whole book, you must be in some special state of loneliness, unable to share it with anyone. You can't share anything with anyone. You have to read the book you've written alone, enclosed in your book.

I always want to keep a place where I am alone, where I can love, not knowing what to love, neither knowing whom to love, nor how to love, nor for how long. But to keep a waiting place in my own heart, where others will never know, waiting to love, maybe not knowing who to love, but waiting for it, love.

This may simply be a beautiful mistake, in the moment of looking back, the moment of light and shadow, love has come quietly, but this love in the end is a chance encounter, or countless times deliberately after the encounter, love is not a simple thing.

This is the crowd in China.

This is the crowd in China. This crowd can still be seen in today's prosperous scene. Their habit of walking in groups, never panicked, crowded in that noisy crowd but seems to be no one else, seems to have no happiness, no sadness, no curiosity, just know walking, can not see where they want to go, just walk here, there to stroll, they are alone in the crowd, but never feel lonely.

That's where we stop, that's all. And that's all we'll ever be.

If a person does not have a soul, but just a shell wandering in the world, then he can do anything, such a person, no one knows where his soul went. Is it abandoned by himself? Or was it stripped away by life? We have no way of knowing this, but such a person, we in his hatred, I think more should pity him.

Even if crying doesn't help, I think we should cry. Because despair is palpable. It will stay. The memory of despair will stay. Sometimes it kills.

As soon as people start remembering, they're already getting old.

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