Emmanuel Bove Quotes

Raindrops were falling on the ground, never one on top of another.

Solitude, what a sad and beautiful thing it is! How beautiful when we choose it! How sad when it is forced upon us year after year! Some strong men are not lonely when they are alone, but I, who am weak, am lonely when I have no friends.

People feel sorry for you if you sit down on a bench in the evening.

Lovers are rude and selfish.

I am the abandoned child, now become a man. So everything has turned out pretty well. . . A little too much importance is accorded to things I say.

I asked myself whether a life devoid of any affection, of any goal, a life one fills with a thousand trifles intended to relieve its monotony, populated with human beings one seeks out in order not to be alone and whom one flees to avoid being bored by them, whether such a life isn't ridiculous, whether anything whatsoever wouldn't be preferable.

a man like me, who does not work, who does not want to work, will always be disliked.
In that house full of working people , I was the madman that, deep down, everyone wanted to be. I was the one who went without food, the cinema, warm clothes, to be free. I was the one who, without meaning to, daily reminded people of their wretched state.
people have not forgiven me for being free and for not being afraid of poverty.

It is strange how everything changes when you are not there.