Tag: architecture

It will tell you where you ought to be going and the rest is up to you.
I think I am going to leave all this and learn to fly.
Let there be music.
This, he continued to say, this of all places is no place for us!
Little things, foolish things that come to me without reason and fade again.
I think, I ponder, I recall a hundred things.
The birds sing, but they have no song that I can hear.
The sky was as clear as a window one morning.
Who doesn’t look upward when searching for a name?
Let us talk of better things!
Everything else goes on as it always has.
The world had changed without any reason that I could see.
And I was disappointed.
Each hut had a single door, a low door that could only be entered by crouching, and there were no windows.
There was no sound and no wind.
I knew there was nothing more to be said.
C’est une idée de génie.
Ce rôle de metteur en scène ne laissait pas de me passionner.
On s’habitue aux défauts des autres.
Ne vous compliquez pas la vie !
La vie bourgeoise, élégante, organisée.
Je fermai les yeux, le soleil m’engourdissait.
C’est un miroir aux alouettes.
C’était à la fois excitant et fatigant.
He had never stopped to study the wall.
It’s such fun to go somewhere, not knowing where you’re going.
You’d be surprised at the things you find.
He knew that there was something wrong.
It was one of those mornings when he felt like singing.
There ain’t no place for nobody to go.
I haven’t any idea where she goes.
I was thinking about something else.
He changed the story each time he told it.
They were talking in their sleep.
She looked around the room again.
I have to go.
I have a job there.
You mean you’d go anyway? Without me?
Few people on the street. No traffic.
Silence in the room. Stillness.
He’s air-borne, light as air.
There was so much light that there weren’t any ugly shadows on the walls.
You mustn’t ask questions when you were a guest in someone else’s house.
There was a lot of light.
He would never be able to tell anyone and he would never be able to forget it.
He turned and looked, too, saw no one.
It was like a dance, a crazy kind of dance.
I began to wonder if there were other things I hadn’t known about.
I read the street signs and I decided to look around.
What brought you to this end of town at this hour?