15 quotes
You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.
Identity (1998)
The eye... the point where a person's identity is concentrated.
Identity (1998)
You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more.
Identity (1998)
Pain doesn't listen to reason, it has its own reason, which is not reasonable.
Identity (1998)
I can't shake off the idea that after death you keep being alive. That to be dead is to live an endless nightmare.
Identity (1998)
As you live out your desolation, you can be either unhappy or happy. Having that choice is what constitutes your freedom.
Identity (1998)
Since the insignificance of all things is our lot, we should not bear it as an affliction but learn to enjoy it.
Identity (1998)
How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?
Identity (1998)
It is always that way: between the moment he meets her again and the moment he recognizes her for the woman he loves, he has some distance to go.
Identity (1998)
She said: "I get scared when my eye blinks. Scared that during that second when my gaze is switched off, a snake or a rat or another man could slip into your place."
Identity (1998)
Today we're all alike, all of us bound together by our shared apathy toward work. That very apathy has become a passion. The one great collective passion of our time.
Identity (1998)
He felt as if she no longer existed for him, had gone off somewhere, into some other life where, if he should meet her, he would no longer recognize her.
Identity (1998)
Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's very beautiful. But what would they nourish their intimate talk with? However contemptible the world may be, they still need it to be able to talk together.
Identity (1998)
No love can survive muteness.
Identity (1998)
This is the real and the only reason for friendship: to provide a mirror so the other person can contemplate his image from the past, which, without the eternal blah-blah of memories between pals, would long ago have disappeared.
Identity (1998)