Quotes About Leve

#1. A pleasing countenance is no slight disadvantage.
[Lat., Auxilium non leve vultus habet.]

Ovid

#2. Bran held his voice leve. "In time,you will regret these words. You may hold me captive now, and believe me helpless. But each foulword you speak of her brings your death a little closer."
Bran to Eamonn

Juliet Marillier

#3. Leo grabbed the neasrest thing he could find- a Porta-Potty seat- and threw it at the face. Leve me alone!

Rick Riordan

#4. You did not fear death. You stepped in its path, but without really desiring it: how can one desire something one doesn't know? You didn't deny life but affirmed your taste for the unknown, betting that if something existed on the other side, it would be better than here.

Edouard Leve

#5. You didn't like to travel. You rarely went abroad. You would spend your time in your bedroom. It seemed useless to you to travel for miles in order to stay in a place less comfortable than your own.

Edouard Leve

#6. People are always doing studies. Now there's one that says drinking coffee can lead to the prevention of memory loss in old age. This is terrible news. Drinking coffee is my greatest pleasure in life. That, and forgetting.

Ariel Leve

#7. The only thing that's worse than people who say "I am what I am" is people who say "I yam what I yam" while doing a Popeye imitation.

Ariel Leve

#8. Fifteen years old is the middle of my life, regardless of when I die.

Edouard Leve

#9. You had felt idle in this city through which you had paced only to kill time. But the emptiness that you believed yourself confronted with was an illusion: you had filled those moments with sensations all the more powerful in that nothing and no one had distracted you from them.

Edouard Leve

#10. I have no desire to change things because I am the youngest in my family. I like meeting new people when I travel: these brief and inconsequential encounters have the thrill of beginnings and the sadness of separations.

Edouard Leve

#11. Time is lacking for me
Space is enough for me
The void attracts me

Edouard Leve

#12. You were said to have died of suffering. But you died because you searched for happiness at the risk of finding the void.

Edouard Leve

#13. A self accused is a self excused." You

Edouard Leve

#14. You directed toward yourself a violence that you did not feel toward others. For them you reserved all your patience and tolerance. You

Edouard Leve

#15. If you were still alive, you would perhaps have become a stranger to me. Dead, you are as alive as you are vivid. Your

Edouard Leve

#16. Life is proposed to me
My name is passed on to me
My body is imposed on me

Edouard Leve

#17. And so you worried about not remembering what happened in between the things you wrote down. You had lived those moments too. Where had they gone?

Edouard Leve

#18. Once you confessed to someone that you had been very depressed when dining with her several months earlier. She was stunned, discovering her blindness like a time bomb. And you, faithful, kept a straight face. You

Edouard Leve

#19. You are like the actor who, at the end of the play, with a final word, reveals that he is a different character than the one he appeared to be playing.

Edouard Leve

#20. I want this epitaph engraved on my tombstone: "See you soon

Edouard Leve

#21. No one other than yourself could have given you a greater taste for life than for death.

Edouard Leve

#22. In their beginnings, events preserve the potential that they lose in their completion. Desire prolongs itself so long as it is not achieved.

Edouard Leve

#23. For Liza, a greeting is an opportunity to make new friends. For me, it's yet more people I'll have to avoid.

Ariel Leve

#24. A self excused is a self accused.

Edouard Leve

#25. Complaining is a lot like talking, only more constructive.

Ariel Leve

#26. it sometimes happened that you would, in the middle of your exertions, be discouraged by the absurdity of what you were in the process of doing: athletic exertion was vanity. You engaged in it less for the joy of the act than in order to exhaust yourself.

Edouard Leve

#27. Everything I Write is True, But So What?

Edouard Leve

#28. Only once can I say "I'm dying" without telling a lie. The best day of my life may already be behind me.

Edouard Leve

#29. Speaking commits me Listening teaches me Silence tempers me Birth

Edouard Leve

#30. I don't write in the morning, my brain isn't up to it yet, I don't write in the afternoon, I'm too sad, I write from five o'clock on, I need to have been awake a long time, my body relaxed from a day's fatigue.

Edouard Leve

#31. Dialogue binds me Monologue imposes upon me Soliloquy isolates me The

Edouard Leve

#32. You didn't identify with happy people, and in your excessiveness you projected onto those who had failed in everything, or succeeded in nothing.

Edouard Leve

#33. Your life was a hypothesis. Those who die old are made of the past. Thinking of them, one thinks of what they have done. Thinking of you, one thinks of what you could have become. You were, and you will remain, made up of possibilities.

Edouard Leve

#34. This selfishness of your suicide displeased you. But, all things considered, the lull of death won out over life's painful commotion.

Edouard Leve

#35. This was perhaps what you feared: to become inert in a body that still breathes, drinks, and feeds itself. To commit suicide in slow motion.

Edouard Leve

#36. To know makes me grow
Not to know harms me
To forget frees me.

Edouard Leve

#37. Your taste for abbreviation meant that instead of finishing the works you undertook, you finished yourself. You

Edouard Leve

#38. At the beach girls arouse me less than in the library.

Edouard Leve

#39. To describe my life precisely would take longer than to live it.

Edouard Leve

#40. The homeless embodied the final stage in a decline your life could have tended toward. You did not take them for victims, but for authors of their own lives.

Edouard Leve

#41. He resembled a corpse. This was perhaps what you feared: to become inert in a body that still breathes, drinks, and feeds itself. To commit suicide in slow motion. You

Edouard Leve

#42. The eve of a long trip is filled with both exaltation and anxiety, but the day itself is a pure euphoria of action, and anxiety returns in the middle of the trip, at an empty moment, when the exoticism of the setting out has not yet given way to that of going home.

Edouard Leve

#43. The sight of land, far away, brought you back to the reality the sea had made you forget. As you drew nearer to the beach, you would leave behind the waking dream the waves had thrown you into

Edouard Leve

#44. I am not looking to seduce a wearer of Birkenstocks. I do not like the big toe.

Edouard Leve

#45. Sometimes emotions to be express... is difficult... nothing is perfect... Emotions by themself, aren't perfect.

Deyth Banger

#46. When I am coming back from a trip, the best part isn't going through the airport or getting home, but the taxi ride in between: you're still travelling, but not really.

Edouard Leve

#47. You would renounce organizing your future. You would let yourself be guided by the randomness of encounters and events, indifferent to one choice over another.

Edouard Leve