Tag: tree

Il ne sourit pas tout d’abord.
Night. Country’s the only place where they have night left.
On the road he could walk with sorrow, as he walked through the rain.
I set right off. I was curious. You know how it is.
There are no hiding places left.
It was a good time to leave.
It may be that there is nothing.
It will tell you where you ought to be going and the rest is up to you.
It was a preoccupied silence that no one attempted to disturb.
It is only that I have the power to make truths of my beliefs.
The birds sing, but they have no song that I can hear.
No one speaks because there is nothing to say. But there are things to wonder.
We laid down our weapons and rested under the trees.
There was no sound and no wind.
There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt.
There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same.
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing.
Les jours passèrent.
Malléable et entêtée.
C’est une question de psychologie.
Les idées vagues, le cœur hésitant.
Un sentiment de supériorité, d’orgueil, m’envahissait.
Le bonheur m’a toujours semblé une ratification, une réussite.
C’est un miroir aux alouettes.
Vous devez prendre trois kilos pour être présentable.
The place where it ought to be.
He left right afterwards.
I have to go.
I have a job there.
You mean you’d go anyway? Without me?
There were a few stars still in the sky.
She kept listening to the silence.
The absence of sound was deeply disturbing.
This was real. The other was a bad dream.
She was stuck here on this street.
It had never existed anywhere but in her own mind.
Those things had become real to her and they were gone.
The music faded away, returned, was lost again.
What makes you think something happened?
He wasn’t ready to go in yet.
He wanted to get some more air and look around a bit.
No. He just wanted her. He was intrigued by her.
The street would provide plenty of customers.
Will you be gone very long?
She was tired and irritable and the least little thing upset her.
Maybe you’d like to look at this.
She never quite got over that first glimpse of the outside of the house.
It was the most beautiful street she had ever seen.
There was no one to be seen.
There was no one there.