#French Literature

[20kmemesunderthesea]

Out-of-Context "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" Quotes to Put on Shirts:

-> "To be frank, I think that we're seeing things here that God wished to hide from man's eyes."

-> “Terrible avenger, a perfect archangel of hatred.”

-> “I declare it is easy to lead a snail's life.”

-> “I will not be eaten without protest!”

-> “The human mind enjoys impressive visions of unearthly creatures.”

-> “This precious carnivore, hunted and tracked by fishermen, is becoming extremely rare."

[y2kaee]

"I was looked at,

but I wasn't seen."

Albert Camus, The misunderstanding.

[theoptia]

Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.

[metamorphesque]

— A Prayer, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry 

[text ID: I’m only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps.]

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Charles-Amable Lenoir (1860-1926) "À la Recherche du Temps Perdu" ("In Search of Lost Time") Oil on canvas

[twoloversandabeachcomber]

Albert Camus and his cat, Cigarette

[daweyt]

Cassandre Di Angelo, from “Thus Saith The Lord: Book II."

[arsanimarum]

Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality

[chrysalistudy]

It's Sunday 🐈🍃

[averageperson888]

my book collection goes hard but it would go way harder if i actually read any of them

[mimmixerenard]

Their name is Javert. Do not forget it, folks.

[20kmemesunderthesea]

In honor of Forduary.

[philosophors]

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

— Albert Camus

[theoptia]

Marguerite Duras, from The Lover

Text ID: to devour and be devoured,

[metamorphesque]

― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]

[intopermanence]

Who to rent myself out to? What beast should I adore? What sacred image is being attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lie must I maintain? — What blood shall I trample?

Arthur Rimbaud, trans. by Mark Polizzotti, from A Season in Hell: “Bad Blood”