dépaysement

| Lou | 20 | BsAs, ARG |

[depaysementpourtoujours]

"There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open; and the other when you instantly evoke with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors"

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita 

[depaysementpourtoujours]

When you're there, I can't be really worried. But all day yesterday, and now, I can feel the full weight of it; and it seems odd to be here, away from Paris and you, not knowing if I'm going to stay or leave, not knowing what you think, not knowing anything. I live in expectation - and in a fog - and feel as though I'd left you centuries ago

Simone de Beauvoir, Letters to Sartre

[depaysementpourtoujours]

I'm quite choked with tenderness for you, my love, it makes me a bit pathetic to love you so much

Simone de Beauvoir, Letters to Sartre

[depaysementpourtoujours]

It makes me feel odd and most extremely poetical to be spending an evening in this little inn, all by myself, just like in the old days when you didn't yet love me quite so much

Simone de Beauvoir, Letters To Sartre 

[depaysementpourtoujours]

My love, I never felt our love more strongly than that evening at Les Vikings, where you gazed at me so tenderly I felt like weeping. If I weren't so uncomfortably positioned for writing, I'd spend pages telling you how happy I am and how much I love you. But I take comfort from the fact that you felt it clearly y0urself, didn't you, little man? Here are a hundred kisses, each carrying the same message

Simone de Beauvoir, Letters to Sartre