Tag: vegetation

The years there were marked by drought or great rain, vintage, weather, harvest, rather than by the events of history.
It was a dramatic but not a harsh climate.
He stayed out alone, and did not know what to do.
I’ve got to think. I’ve got to eat something. Come on.
Pour les souvenirs aussi c’est trop tard.
Et puis un jour il n’y en a plus.
Je n’ai jamais rien fait qu’attendre devant la porte fermée.
Ce que je veux c’est ça, écrire.
Takes a lot of work to hold the world together.
There’s a place I used to go to.
I don’t want to read today.
I had watched her birth and watched her growth.
Every tomorrow ought not to resemble every yesterday.
Things had passed, new things had come.
It may be that there is nothing.
He walks along, scuffing the ground.
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.
It is only that I have the power to make truths of my beliefs.
All the things that grew paused in their growing.
Let us talk of better things!
We laid down our weapons and rested under the trees.
L’été revient et tous ses souvenirs.
Mais il était léger, d’une légèreté sans remède.
Vous pensez peu au futur, n’est-ce pas ?
Il est bien jeune.
Qui est ce godelureau ?
Malléable et entêtée.
L’habitude en eût eu rapidement raison.
Vous seule avez la classe suffisante.
Vous avez un air mystérieux.
Il était agréable d’avoir des idées faciles.
Aujourd’hui, quelque chose se replie sur moi comme une soie.
And filled with the heavy toosweet smell of roses.
But she was here to see that everything was all right, went all right.
He couldn’t see where he was going.
He knew that there was something wrong.
He changed the story each time he told it.
Get a drink? Burn in hell?
Last chance to do what?
The Last Chance. The Last Chance.
They were talking in their sleep.
I believed the world was mine, all I had to do was reach out and take it.
The river was redgold along the edges.
It was the threat of force that you heard.
What kind of answer is that?
Have you ever been in love?
When will I see you again?