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Christian Bobin said :

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Christian Bobin
(Quotes)
#4987
With a cloud in the sky, an orange on a plate, the painters illuminate what remains of day in the evening, invent the right distance which allows space to open up, and the love of dance.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième jour de la semaine)


#4988
The beauty is all of these things that pass through us and ignore us, suddenly worsening the lightness of living.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième Jour de la semaine)


#4989
It is always the love within us who is injured, it's always love which we suffer even when we don't suffer from anything.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#4990
Love is awakening each time reinvented, each time first.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#4991
Despair, love, gaiety. These three roses in the heart has the youth for him, in him, with him.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#4992
The word of people is one of the most beautiful words in the French language. He said the lack and stubbornness, the nobility of the gueux under the negligence of the nobles.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#4993
The day of our death crosses every day of our life as a darker water in clear water, but we are too restless to see and greet as he should be our next disappearance in all presences in the world.

Christian Bobin
(L'Eloignement du monde)


#4994
Intelligence is not about degrees. It can go with, but this is not its first element.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#4995
A sane man is a fool who fits his madness in a pocket of dark blood - between the brain and the skull, between his family and his job.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#4996
The jealous believes testify, her tears and her screams, the greatness of his love. There is no express this archaic preference that each one has for oneself.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#4997
Soaked in milk to soften it, covered with yellow egg and sugar, and cooked in a skillet. It is not lost, the French toast, since we eat.

Christian Bobin
(La part manquante)


#4998
The need to create is in the soul as the need to eat in the body.

Christian Bobin
(La Folle Allure)


#4999
Sleep is a mystery and, as such, is death on the one hand, and the love of the other.

Christian Bobin
(Le huitième jour de la semaine)


#5000
The intellectual is never poor even when he is penniless.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5001
There is no other art that art lovers. It is the sovereign art of slowness and speed. It is the art of building a Flash, never stop him steering it towards us.

Christian Bobin
(Lettres d'or)


#5002
In the world everything together, except love. It doesn't go with anything. It is nowhere. Missing.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5003
Intelligence is offer to another we have more valuable by all so he could dispose of.

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5004
Life is not a reasonable thing. We cannot, except to lie, place it in front of you over several years as a quiet thing, a drawing of architect.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5005
Silence is the highest form of thought, and it is developing in us this silent attention to the day, that we will find our place in the absolute which surrounds us.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième jour de la semaine)


#5006
There is no way out of the way, since there is no path. There is no consolation because everything hurts us and nothing makes us die. There are only things before our eyes and light on these things.

Christian Bobin
(Le huitième jour de la semaine)


#5007
The telephone is that the trivial tragic, the indefinite chatter or abrupt death. Between the two, nothing.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5008
We got people by what they are given.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5009
We can stay single decade in a marriage. We can talk for hours without saying a Word. You can sleep with the entire Earth and remain a Virgin.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5010
The war, trade are the two main activities of humans on Earth, two safe ways to extend his name far beyond itself.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5011
Everything that happens to, survives us in suffering in space. Pending. Escaping to the words as to the absence of words.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième jour de la semaine)


#5012
Being in love, being often the "vaguely". The blur is conducive to emotional States.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5013
In churches nobody prays, except candles.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5014
Is money everywhere, everywhere is the world ruined by money.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5015
The world of the spirit that is the material world finally handed Plumb.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5016
This life is given, and with it we are given much more than what will be picked up the day of our death.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5017
Fools lack love to see and hear, it's that gap that we recognize them.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5018
So entrenched is our life, lost on the heights burned wind, is never so close as in a handful of faces loved, in the thought that goes to them, in this breath from them to us, to them.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5019
The crazy is the one who wins the scenes.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5020
We do not touch the world with the eyes but with the language.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5021
A jealous can find peace in death what he likes: Finally, he's sure of what he has.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5022
Any joy opens on an infinite.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5023
Love - and poetry air conscience, its more humble figure, his face in the morning - is waiting deep, softness of waiting.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5024
Perhaps not the world: this bad silence imposed on our lives.

Christian Bobin
(Le huitième jour de la semaine)


#5025
The misfortune, like wealth, is piled up over several generations. Then just one person to consume everything.

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5026
Fatigue is one of the more interesting to think about things in the world. She is as jealousy, lies or fear. She's like those unclean things taken away from his eyes. As these things it makes us landfall.

Christian Bobin
(Une Petite Robe de fête)


#5027
Love is love which is simple, and so mysterious. What is complicated is never mysterious.

Christian Bobin
(La part manquante)


#5028
Death does not change the life in fate. Die doesn't close the book on its last page, finally indecipherable text.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5029
For something to be true must that, besides being true, she enters into our lives.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5030
You never know what happens to the words we utter phrases that we write.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5031
Is a writer who only follows the truth of what it is, without ever relying on anything other than misery and loneliness of this truth.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5032
If the truth fails us sometimes, it's because we started to fail him, claiming her rule over and get to know.

Christian Bobin
(Le huitième jour de la semaine)


#5033
The truth holds his light itself, not in who says.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5034
We will never know the others since themselves do not know.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5035
Fear is like a step forward of adulthood in your childhood. It has its place, it has its hours, she places.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5036
When you're in something, you can't see it.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5037
The men are blind in their lives. The words are their white canes.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5038
Evil pervades the air of time water under a door. Initially almost nothing. A little moisture. When flooding occurs, it is too late.

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5039
It's ours - when everything is lacking and that all away - to give to our life the patience of a work of art, the flexibility of the reeds that wind hand creased, in homage to winter. A bit of silence is enough.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième Jour de la semaine)


#5040
Teachers are people who learn other words themselves have found in books.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5041
Light, presence without fault. It lists every grain of air, as children in the coming years and the promised marriage.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième Jour de la semaine)


#5042
Men are obedient boys. They live as they were taught to live.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5043
Life is itself its own sense, only she is alive.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5044
His days are to humans that its skins are the snake. They glow a time in the Sun and then stand him.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5045
We must be born twice for live a little, not a bit. We must be born by flesh and then by the soul. Two births are like a breakout. The first throws the body in this world, the second balance the soul up to heaven

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5046
Where does the person, its contours, its limits, where begins what she is more than her, the pain in his voice, the innocence in his eyes?

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5047
With the bare word is the truth. With the truth is the soul.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5048
There is always need words of love to talk about love, it needs serious and light, not serious, not serious, serious and light-hearted, tears and laughter.

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5049
No book can save us from our lives. No word knows collect these chips that come back and race us, preventing the evening off, peace to come.

Christian Bobin
(Le huitième jour de la semaine)


#5050
Self love is the love of God what budding wheat is ripe wheat. There is no break from one to the other - just an enlargement without end.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5051
Some things and some people need the distance that separates them from us, and this distance remains impassable. They draw their food.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5052
The work is finished when the artist is, in front of her, rendered to his complete loneliness.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5053
When we love someone, we have things to tell him until the end of time.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5054
It's an endless party that we invite the most humble things - fruit as the stones, herbs like the stars - and we must learn this immediate touch of the spirit which painters have the privilege to enjoy.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième Jour de la semaine)


#5055
The one you love, you see moving naked.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5056
It's an obscure Word than love. It resonates in our hearts as the name of a distant country that, since childhood, we heard praise heaven and marbles.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5057
There is no holy, even saints say.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5058
I don't like those who know, I love those who love.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5059
Grief is a salt soup. It leaves the stomach well hollow.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5060
I've always known you inaccessible even in the clearest proximity. I loved you in that knowledge.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5061
The Bible says that man was made in the image of God - and it is true that man and God alike into their anger.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5062
It is sometimes necessary to shut up to deliver a just Word.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5063
All evil in this life comes from a lack of attention to what she has weak and short-lived.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5064
I am always amazed at how little freedom that each is authorized, this way to stick his breathing to the glass of the conventions.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5065
The only sadness which meets in this life comes from our inability to receive it without darken it by the feeling that something is due.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5066
The first knowledge of God in the life is sweet and bitter knowledge swallowed up with first foods of childhood.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5067
Grace does not hunt our blunders. She the Crown.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5068
Weddings use love, him tired, pull it towards the serious and heavy which is the place of the world.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5069
The Comet of love don't close our hearts forever once. Make sure to see it. Long, long, long wait.

Christian Bobin
(Une Petite Robe de fête)


#5070
The twentieth century speaks to the eye, and as the view is one of the most fickle sense, he needs screaming, screaming with violent lights, desperate by dint of being gay images.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5071
There is no holy land. It is all of the land that is holy, or anything about her.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5072
I love you - this word is the most mysterious is, the only one worthy to be commented for centuries.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5073
The truth is not in the knowledge that we take but the enjoyment it gives us.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5074
It's funny, the families. They want to be eternal, and in a sense they are: we change over to the view that we have kids, even when they grow up.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5075
Difficult to hear who we love, so we love him.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5076
There are only natural in this world. Or if you want, and it's the same: there is that miracles in this world.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5077
Art, the genius of art is but a remnant of the love life who is the only life.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5078
It's because he expects little of marriage that the man did not despair and he won't get even bankruptcy - we stick to a job that is more fun but always ensures your end of month.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5079
We can very well live without a soul, there is not enough to make a story, this happens very often. The only problem, is that things come more to you, when you call them by their name.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5080
There is no knowledge outside of love. There is in love of the unseen.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5081
Intelligence is the solitary force to extract from the chaos of his own life the handful of sufficient light to illuminate a little further than self - halfway there, as we lost in the dark.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5082
To see one thing, you must touch to its opposite. By the shadow, you go to the light. By indifference you reach to love.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5083
Happiness comes with misfortune, joy goes with the penalty.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5084
A crazy is a sane man who no longer has the means of his madness, which loses the waters of his madness, suddenly. He filed for bankruptcy. He drops what was based on him: the drudgery of the language, the comedy of the work. All over the world.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5085
Love begins - in the funds of the desert. It is invisible in his debut, indistinguishable in his face.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5086
In things we want there is always more than the things themselves.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5087
Those who collect the favors of the crowd are like slaves who would have millions of masters.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5088
It is thus: the things that happen in life fail sooner or later in the books. They find their death and one final blaze.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5089
Pastry and love, this is the same - a matter of freshness and ingredients, even the most bitter, turn to the delight.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5090
If I only had two words to tell you, I'd take those two - here: torn and radiant. If I had more that one, I'd keep that one that contains the other two: loving.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5091
The mouse is afraid of the cat, the cat is afraid of the dog.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5092
The table and the painter separated when they aren't of much use, one for the other. When the table can't feed the painter if the painter can't feed his painting.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5093
The word is a fleeting, perishable commodity. It is tinged with circumstances of its appearance. The same words in different places, are not the same words.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5094
Real images, pure images of truth found asylum in writing, in the compassion of solitude of one who writes.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5095
You can see that where there is more no great dark power. Blind power, glory darkens.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5096
The hell is this life when we don't like it. A life without love is a life abandoned, much more abandoned than a death.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5097
There are two possible attitudes toward death. These are the same attitudes as before life. We can flee from them in a career, a thought, projects. And can be left to do - promote their coming, celebrate their passage.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5098
This isn't the ink that makes writing, it is the voice, the solitary truth of the voice, the bleeding of truth to the belly of the voice.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5099
A book is large by the greatness of the despair which he proceeds, by all that night which weighs on him and keeping him a long time to be born.

Christian Bobin
(Une Petite robe de fête)


#5100
This border, between the readers and others, is more closed yet that money. He who is without money shortage of everything. He who is without reading lack of the lack.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5101
We read as we like, between we read as we fall in love: by hope, by impatience. Under the effect of a desire, under the invincible error of such a desire: find sleep in one body, touch the silence in a single sentence.

Christian Bobin
(Une Petite Robe de fête)


#5102
There is nothing more to learn than yourself in life. There is nothing else to know. We do not learn everything alone, of course. It is through someone to reach in the most secret self. By love, by a word or a face.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5103
This is the natural state of love. That's his princely state, the wonder of nature: wait, wait, wait.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5104
That's why we write. It can be for it, and when it's for something else it's uninteresting: toward each other.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5105
A start in life fatigue borders on two sacred doors: love, sleep. Love that she uses water on the stone. Sleep that she piled up water on the water.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5106
Write letters of love is, of course, a little serious work without great economic importance. But if nobody not exercised, if no one reminded that life how it is pure, it will eventually die.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5107
See, hear, love. Life is a gift that I'm undoing the strings in each morning.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5108
Is beautiful all that away from us, after we have touched.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième Jour de la semaine)


#5109
Childhood is something strange, both adorable and exhausting, a treasure and a chaos.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5110
Men like everyone's women is as a person.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5111
There are places that should be left empty. There are acts we can do without be immediately undone by them.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5112
The heart is slow to grow. The spirit is from the beginning at its highest. The heart takes considerable time to grow. The spirit is immediately at the top of his flower.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5113
The television is the full-time world, to the brim of suffering, impossible to see in these circumstances, impossible to hear.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5114
Doctors are like adults when they speak to children, they talk to you so that you couldn't hear, which makes you hear too.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5115
Reading, it's endless. It is like love, it's like, it's hopeless.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5116
Reading the newspaper is a serious thing, without consequence on life as all the serious things.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5117
Nobody can hold the truth around, albeit in the Dungeon of a formula. The truth, we can't have it, just live it.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5118
There is pain in a tireless purity, the same as in joy, and this purity is underway beneath tons of frozen fantasy.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5119
You can feel the sweetness of this life without at the same time design an absolute anger against the evil that the greenhouse from all sides.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5120
There is a moment in the painting where the artist knows that his painting is finished. Why, he cannot simply put, recognize his sudden inability to change anything.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5121
Evil has no other cause than our negligence and right can come to a resistance to this commonly, that of insomnia of the spirit with our attention to the point of incandescence.

Christian Bobin
(L’Inespérée)


#5122
Do the same thing, too long in the same place at the same time, it makes old.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5123
These aren't stories that are important, but the tone in which they are told.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5124
Nothing is more contagious than freedom.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5125
Nothing like a child to put you in the bath of the world.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5126
We can let wither in lack. You can also find more life.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5127
I find my reading in the light of the sky. This is the deepest book that is - and it's not even me who turns the pages.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5128
The lesson of painting is a lesson in kindness.

Christian Bobin
(Le huitième jour de la semaine)


#5129
A ray of sunshine is worth all the books in the world.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5130
The news is like the leaves of autumn. The wind that carries rough them.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le Monde est occupé)


#5131
We are made of this, we are made only of those we love and nothing else.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5132
One thing ends, another begins and it's the same that continues, otherwise.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5133
A painter is someone who wipes the glass between us and the world with light, with a light cloth soaked with silence.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5134
Love is not measurable in what he does. Love comes without reason, without measure, and it goes the same.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5135
The disease is a response, a poor response that we invent to suffering.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5136
Professionalism is a disease that comes to people by their profession, by controlling what they have, which enslaves them.

Christian Bobin
(L’inespérée)


#5137
The end of the world and the bottom of the garden contain the same amount of wonders.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5138
Renunciation is the fruit of all learning.

Christian Bobin
(Lettres d'or)


#5139
A great book begins long before the book.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5140
With the simple look, is pure strength.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5141
We must become adults to understand that adults do not exist and that we were raised by children that our laughter armor made falsely invulnerable.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5142
The couple is the place of life subtracted. The passion is the place of the life divided.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5143
A life without reading is a life we never leave, a crowded, stifled what it holds.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5144
In death the path becomes suddenly so narrow that, pass, to be whole.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5145
There are never more than two people in a story. There are never more than one love in life.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5146
Those who do not read are a taciturn people. Objects are important place of words.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5147
Who has not known the absence knows nothing of love.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5148
Why worry about tomorrow, today will respond well to everything.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5149
With the end of love, appear the three wise men: the melancholy, silence and joy.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5150
To write the word love well, there should be more ink than there is in the world.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5151
The books, to d e l e t e them, just to never open.

Christian Bobin
(Tout le monde est occupé)


#5152
The mothers have no rank, no place. They are born at the same time as their children.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-bas)


#5153
It is always by sleep great things begin. It is always with the little side what great things happen.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5154
Anything can be used of God when God is missing.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5155
Happiness is not a separate note, it is the joy that two notes have to bounce against the other.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5156
Impossible to talk about God without immediately pronounce an incredible amount of nonsense. Nothing we can say about God, just talk with him, in him.

Christian Bobin
(Autoportrait au radiateur)


#5157
A standing one-on-one with God in this life, would be overwhelming. It takes to love a little absence.

Christian Bobin
(Mozart et la pluie)


#5158
This isn't to be a writer one writes. This is to silence this love that all love is missing.

Christian Bobin
(La part manquante)


#5159
The real father is one who opens paths by his word, not one that holds in the nets of his resentment.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5160
Ancestral lesson, custom from the dawn of time: wait infinitely, but without expecting anything from anyone.

Christian Bobin
(Le Huitième jour de la semaine)


#5161
"Infinitely more than anything": it's the childish name for love, his name, his secret name.

Christian Bobin
(Source inconnue)


#5162
Wise, this isn't a question of time, it's a matter of the heart and the heart is not in time.

Christian Bobin
(La Folle Allure)


#5163
You recognize your friends that they do not prevent you to be alone, to what they illuminate your loneliness without interrupting.

Christian Bobin
(L'inespérée)


#5164
Childhood is what the world abandons to continue being world.

Christian Bobin
(Mozart et la pluie)


#5165
Life in society is when everyone is there and that there is no one. Life in society is when all obey that nobody wants.

Christian Bobin
(L'inespérée)


#5166
Indifference is a test. Success is an event reserved to what indifference did not kill.

Christian Bobin
(Un désordre de pétales rouges)


#5167
With the marriage, something ends up for men. For women, it is the opposite: something starts.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5168
From what we know of someone know him.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5169
Men hold the world. Mothers take the Lord who takes the world and men.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5170
We live not regions. We don't even Live Earth. The hearts of those we love is our true home.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5171
The legs of twenty are made to go at the end of the world.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-bas)


#5172
The body grows by taking the size. The spirit grows losing height.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5173
Columnists are men of puppets and God a ventriloquist.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5174
The end of the war is the mastery of a piece of land, the recognition of a single master.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-bas)


#5175
There is something soothing in philosophy, a way of talking about living like we were dead.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5176
In the world of the spirit, it's bankrupt we do fortune.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5177
All mothers are impossible - they like too or they do not have enough. There is not in the matter of fair measure.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5178
Joy is the rarest matter in this world.

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5179
The child who draws goes straight to the point. It follows the perspective of the heart which draws what is not, to better see what is.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-bas)


#5180
A woman for a man, is that there is further to the world.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5181
The child is the adult what the flower is to the fruit. The flower is not certainty of the fruit.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-Bas)


#5182
Closer to the light, more we met lots of shadows.

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5183
Engineering is composed of love, childhood and still love.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5184
Life-changing few books. When they change it forever.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5185
If illuminating are the great texts, they give less light than the first snowflakes.

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5186
Children, this isn't rocket science, it grows through our mistakes.

Christian Bobin
(La Plus que vive)


#5187
The beauty of mothers is infinitely beyond the glory of nature.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-bas)


#5188
Should never make literature, to write, and it's not the same.

Christian Bobin
(La plus que vive)


#5189
My God, who are nobody, give me every day my daily song, God being a clown, I salute you, I never think about you, I think about everything, it's good enough to work, amen.

Christian Bobin
(La folle allure)


#5190
Children are like sailors: where are their eyes, everywhere it's the immense.

Christian Bobin
(La part manquante)


#5191
Television is the world collapsing on the world, a bully being whiny and warmness, unable to give a single new clear and understandable.

Christian Bobin
(L'Inespérée)


#5192
What makes people tired? What they do things all the time.

Christian Bobin
(Une petite robe de fête)


#5193
Secrets are chillies on the tip of the tongue. Sooner or later they put your mouth on fire.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5194
The evil of television, is not in the television it is, it is in the world.

Christian Bobin
(L'inespérée)


#5195
When you love someone, we always have something to say or write to him, until the end of time.

Christian Bobin
(Geai)


#5196
God it's what know children, not adults. An adult has no time to lose to feed the sparrows.

Christian Bobin
(Le Très-bas)


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