Tag: France

Every tomorrow ought not to resemble every yesterday.
It is no good anticipating regrets.
A life has to move or it stagnates.
He talks. He is never significantly silent.
But the tactics vary.
There is no mystery about the things you see yourself.
Rest for a moment; take your time.
Things had passed, new things had come.
No one ever learned why.
It may be that there is nothing.
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.
So don’t ask questions.
You can imagine the rest.
It was a preoccupied silence that no one attempted to disturb.
He walks along, scuffing the ground.
That is ordinary; it can be seen anywhere.
They stare, but I think they see nothing.
And then it’s over. Then it’s silent, as if somebody closed the door on Babel.
There’s not a prettier one in the field — nor one more thoughtful.
She is without ego, but she can afford vanity.
We nod to each other all around.
We do not talk very much.
It is only that I have the power to make truths of my beliefs.
The time of man is too brief a period to deserve more than incidental recording.
It was a world of absolutes. It held no intermediate shades, neither of sound nor of colour.
Let there be music.
Whoever heard of Destiny with pliers in his hand?
Jumbled thoughts — restless thoughts — absurd thoughts!
The Present is a sluggish traveller loafing in the path Tomorrow wants to take.
It makes you feel bigger than you are.
Where would a word fall except on the wind?
This, he continued to say, this of all places is no place for us!
If only there were someone to trust — someone I know.
I think. I scribble notes.
A place of good omen, a place of beginning things.
All things to remember; some dark, some light.
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.
All the things that grew paused in their growing.
Who doesn’t look upward when searching for a name?
Will it have the anger to feed and to grow and to demand its needs?
Will it breathe when it is meant to breathe?
No one speaks because there is nothing to say. But there are things to wonder.
Let us talk of better things!
We cannot help, but we can watch.
There is only time for patience and care.
There is no time for mystery.