Marguerite Duras Quotes

So what’s it like to live without emotions? (Geary) It’s hard. Imagine a world without taste. A world where you can see the colors and all, but you can’t feel it. A beautiful clear day can never choke you up. A child’s laughter doesn’t make you smile. You don’t look at a bunny and think ‘how cute.’ You feel absolutely nothing. It’s like being wrapped in thick cotton all the time. (Arik)

I'm a person with virtually no feelings.

The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.

It is quite amazing what I didn't feel after a while. I didn't really want to feel things.

The most sinister aspect of Jack is his detachment, his ability to distance himself from his feelings.

Your numbness is something perhaps you cannot help. It is what the world has done to you. But your coldness. That is what you do to the world.

Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.

The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within him.

Pity those who don't feel anything at all

The ultimate obscenity is not caring, not doing something about what you feel, not feeling! Just drawing back and drawing in; becoming narcissistic.

You must try, the voice said, to become colder. I understood at once. It's like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze, braced in stone. Only something heartless could bear the full weight.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

The man who has ceased to fear has ceased to care.

I'm growing very talented at watching blood and guts on screen because I have zero emotional response.

There's much to be said for feeling numb. Time passes more quickly. You eat less, and because numbness encourages laziness, you do fewer things, good or bad, and the world's probably a better place for it.

I have a good poker face because I am half-dead inside.

I remember thinking I couldn't be bothered to feel any emotions any more.

Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal. I'm quite sure most people fake an awful lot of everyday human contact. I just fake it all. I fake it very well, and the feelings are never there.

Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't born dead. I never met a man who was less interested in the living. Sometimes I think that's the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.

How can you not care?" "Practice," Magnus said, looking back to his book and turning the page.

The tragedy of love is indifference.

Indifference is a misguided way of defending ourselves.

It's difficult for me to be around anyone for longer than an hour. Love, death, elation, sorrow, I just don't care all that much about any of it. I am at this point, more of an observer/journalist.

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

Numb is the new deep.