Roland Barthes Love Quotations

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

Isn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language — the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.

Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?

I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.

Is the scene always visual? It can be aural, the frame can be linguistic: I can fall in love with a sentence spoken to me: and not only because it says something which manages to touch my desire, but because of its syntactical turn (framing), which will inhabit me like a memory.