From The library of unrequited love
That’s the way it is: wars always kill the sons, never the fathers who took the decisions.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Yes, like Mummy, the library gives you a magic kiss and everything’s better. Love life in ruins? Hate everyone? Despair over the state of the planet? Headache? Insomnia? Indigestion? Corns? I can tell you, there’s nothing the library can’t cure.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
I’d better put my earrings on, you never know.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
You don’t shut yourself up for ten hours a day to write, if everything in your life is absolutely hunky-dory. Writing only happens when something’s wrong.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
I’m doing the same as Jean-Paul. And she called herself a feminist! Oh, the heartache … Martin and this blonde, no it breaks my heart to imagine that he could be in love—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Reading is, with friendship, one of the surest contributions to the work of grieving. It helps us, more generally, to grieve for the limitations of our life, the limitations of the human condition—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Existentialism Is a Humanism = 194 SAR. If you just remember that, your night will not have been wasted.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Men just have to make their mark on a book, put in their corrections, their opinions.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
That’s where I’m contradictory: I like men who are more intelligent than me, but the idea that they might think me stupid paralyses me.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
It’s a waste of time, it’s a childish, tiring, stupid way of upsetting yourself. Have you ever noticed what people look like when they’re in love? They look either ill or stupid.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
What good will it have been to spend my entire youth in overheated libraries?—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Dewey is the Mendeleev of librarians. Not the Periodic Table of Elements, but the classification of areas of culture.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
When that fanatic Dewey classified literature, he set up a monument of ethnocentrism—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
There’s no space for leisure in life. You’re either going up or down, end of story. And at a certain point in your life, you have to decide what you want to do with your time.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
I’m at peace: my favourite authors are all dead. They’re not likely to come along and rearrange my slippers or scribble in the margins.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
The back of the neck is a promise, summing up the whole person through their most intimate feature. Yes, intimate. It’s the part of your body you can never see yourself.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Oh, well, perhaps you, when you look at a picture, you’re just happy to let your feelings respond to colours arranged in a certain order. That kind of romantic swooning isn’t my cup of tea. No, no. I have to have all the possible information, about even the tiniest picture.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
That’s a terrific idea. You have to give them that. Admit it. Thank you, I’m glad you agree.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted