“Every work cancels the dark. Every work is a hymn from the other side of memory to a memory that is spellbound. Beauty is death's gift to vulgar life so that it can live in beauty.”
“Every work cancels the dark. Every work is a hymn from the other side of memory to a memory that is spellbound. Beauty is death's gift to vulgar life so that it can live in beauty.”
Edmond Jabès
“Enough,' said Mercedes, 'enough Edmond! Believe me that she who alone recognized you has been the only one to comprehend you. And had she crossed your path, and you had crushed her like a frail glass, still, Edmond, still she must have admired you! Like the gulf between me and the past, there is an abyss between you, Edmond, and the rest of mankind; and I tell you freely, that the comparison I drew between you and other men will be one of my greatest tortures. No! there is nothing in the world to resemble you in worth and goodness!”
Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo“Marriage, in life, is like a duel in the midst of a battle.”
Edmond About“The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life, without a dream?”
Edmond Rostand“Scarce any problem will appear more hard and difficult, than that of determining the distance of the Sun from the Earth very near the truth: but even this... will without much labour be effected.”
Edmond Halley“It's like spicy food - sometimes you have to tone it down so more people can enjoy it.”
Kenneth Edmonds“It takes immense genius to represent simply and sincerely what we see in front of us.”
Edmond Duranty“In the year 1456 ... a Comet was seen passing Retrograde between the Earth and the sun... Hence I dare venture to foretell, that it will return again in the year 1758.”
Edmond Halley“He arches his back because when you forgive, the body says, "Thank God.”
Edmond Manning“WIDE, the margin between carte blanche and the white page. Nevertheless it is not in the margin that you can find me, but in the yet whiter one that separates the word-strewn sheet from the transparent, the written page from the one to be written in the infinite space where the eye turns back to the eye, and the hand to the pen, where all we write is erased, even as you write it. For the book imperceptibly takes shape within the book we will never finish.There is my desert.”
Edmond Jabès“After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And that's how I live now.”
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