Roland Barthes Quotes

The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory.

Roland Barthes

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

Roland Barthes

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