Tag: metal

Well, why don’t you go ahead, then?
The slightly tricky bit was leaving again without anyone realising.
They’d never talked about it, and now she thought they never would; that moment had passed.
I don’t even know myself.
Europe’s been quite the eye-opener for me.
I’m not used to just sitting on my hands like this.
Later, she thought about how matter-of-fact it had all been.
A proof of concept. It’s actually quite famous, in certain architectural circles.
There was too much to think about.
I know enough to know this is out of our league, whatever it is.
Do we have some kind of a problem?
We don’t know what may happen.
I intend to try. I will not rest a moment.
It was as if the wind and rain had lulled at last, after a long and fearful storm.
There was no other music than their own singing.
He closed the lattice again with a fluttering heart.
It may be too late, I don’t know, but let it not be a minute later!
I know you are true.
Will you answer me a single question?
But, I am sure that he is capable of good things, gentle things, even magnanimous things.
His tone lingered in the air, almost like the tone of a musical instrument.
And now I’ll have no more drink; I’ll get to bed.
It is very difficult to begin.
Using it for what?
We’re using it now.
What about it?
You remember I told you about the nuclear reactor here?
The years there were marked by drought or great rain, vintage, weather, harvest, rather than by the events of history.
The magic of names still held minds enchanted.
Je n’ai jamais rien fait qu’attendre devant la porte fermée.
Très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard.
I don’t know. It would. But we don’t know what’s possible.
You’re crazy, what did you do that for?
It seemed somehow to complicate things.
That was not humility.
You take yourself with yourself.
Why don’t they get up and go somewhere?
Why did they make so much fuss?
He won’t stop talking.
It isn’t like anything else.
He had not thought that he had any answers.
What did you do it for?
His face were as indifferent as stone.
His silence was grand and oppressive.
Your mind and your heart reject it.
So it didn’t matter, I thought. It was silly to think about.
There was nothing extraordinary in this.
The voice had a few other things to say.
All the characters in my dreams have quiet voices.
The time of man is too brief a period to deserve more than incidental recording.