Tag: architecture

The things that you see here, are things to be seen, and not spoken of.
Listen to what is to follow. In the meanwhile, be silent!
I want no more words.
Come into the dark room here, and let us have one final word alone.
I have thoroughly made up my mind about it.
You have a face to be remembered, and I remember faces well.
It was the dark and dirty corner of a small winding street.
We have borne this a long time.
He closed the lattice again with a fluttering heart.
Nothing that we do, is done in vain.
Will you wait for us a little, outside the door?
He looked at no one present, and no one now looked at him.
I am going to tell you something that will rather surprise you.
Do you seek any promise from me?
All these trivial incidents belonged to the routine of life, and the return of morning.
It was a heavy mass of building.
The carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners.
The summer light struck into the corner brilliantly in the earlier part of the day.
I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.
It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago.
So you think we can improve?
It was a dramatic but not a harsh climate.
Of the city he knew nothing.
Tout a grandi autour de nous.
De temps en temps, par rafales légères, des bruits de voix.
If the universe is infinite, does that mean that everything that could possibly happen, is happening, somewhere, at some time?
He did not try to hear the answer.
The sun, it’s like we could all get out and live again.
When are we going home?
There’s a place I used to go to.
I didn’t know if anyone lived there. I never asked.
He listened for the women’s voices in the room overhead.
Only by walking down a path could one achieve one’s absence?
She had learned to let the world come round to her.
Time moved on, overcoming many things it met on the way.
But of course I could not close my eyes, nor my mind, nor my memory.
Mine are not enigmatic dreams.
Well, it’s very sad, but you can’t do anything about it.
Imagine not knowing where you came from!
It was a good time to leave.
There is no mystery about the things you see yourself.
Rest for a moment; take your time.
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.
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.