Tag: sky

Let him remember that too when he grows up.
What was after the universe? Nothing.
He read the verses backwards but then they were not poetry.
He still tried to think what was the right answer.
Il m’a semblé que le ciel s’ouvrait sur toute son étendue pour laisser pleuvoir du feu.
Pendant tout ce temps, il n’y a plus eu que le soleil et ce silence.
Je suis resté longtemps à regarder le ciel.
J’étais un peu perdu entre le ciel bleu et blanc et la monotonie de ces couleurs.
Le soir, dans ce pays, devait être comme une trêve mélancolique.
J’ai fait le chemin à pied.
She said goodbye as quickly as she could.
One day you’ll realize that I was right all along.
What story could travel so many leagues unaltered?
The vulnerability of it all—perfect and disastrous.
The memories feel better than the reality.
Let’s go, the road is clear.
The world started to feel far again.
Did you really think I would tell?
It was only a matter of time before you got caught.
She never knew her eyes could see this far.
But at least you had a choice to make.
It all feels so far now. Don’t you think?
She needs to bid her farewells.
You faked your own death just to get me here to answer the phone for you.
All questions will be answered in good time.
Europe’s been quite the eye-opener for me.
It was an age of wonders.
Maybe it’s important, maybe it’s not, but at least we know now.
The trick, with surveillance, was to move quickly and to keep moving.
It was only when you thought about them that you noticed just how many there were.
There was, she thought, really only one place she could go.
Eventually it will just be us and the French.
What’s your reading of the situation? How serious would you say it is?
It is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
Tell the Wind and the Fire where to stop; not me!
All things have worked together as they have fallen out.
Frantic acclamations were again raised.
And all of us have like wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them.
I have seen them. We may go.
A moment of profound silence followed.
I am again at work upon the hill-side, and the sun is again about to go to bed.
He looked at no one present, and no one now looked at him.
This is a strange chance that throws you and me together.
It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago.
C’est fini, je ne me souviens plus.
Tout a grandi autour de nous.
C’est la traversée du fleuve.
L’histoire de ma vie n’existe pas.
Night. Country’s the only place where they have night left.
That was not humility.