Tag: window

It was only a matter of time before you got caught.
Aren’t you the one deciding?
Where you are heading, you won’t have to kiss anyone.
I was under the impression that you had been given answers.
I don’t even know myself.
I don’t suppose you’d consider telling me what that was all about?
It was, of all the places in her life, the most familiar.
She walked up to the front door and knocked.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done.
There was life, and no more.
He closed the lattice again with a fluttering heart.
All these trivial incidents belonged to the routine of life, and the return of morning.
The carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners.
Why do you write in the public streets?
You can do whatever you want with it.
So you’re looking for something else now?
So you think we can improve?
La mer, l’immensité qui se regroupe, s’éloigne, revient.
He listened for the women’s voices in the room overhead.
I recognize a familiar scene.
But of course I could not close my eyes, nor my mind, nor my memory.
All the characters in my dreams have quiet voices.
I think, I ponder, I recall a hundred things.
There is no time for mystery.
The world had changed without any reason that I could see.
And I was disappointed.
C’est une idée de génie.
Je vous ai fait très mal ?
Toujours aussi rosse.
Je ne mets pas de nom à ces souvenirs.
The place where it ought to be.
He drew his hand away, and it would reach out again.
He kept reaching toward the wall.
He had never stopped to study the wall.
It’s such fun to go somewhere, not knowing where you’re going.
That’s the way I feel about it, too.
Did you ever find anything wonderful that way?
He stopped talking and frowned.
She looked around the room again.
In one way or another, it happens to everybody.
He couldn’t go back to that house.
He paused, remembering the early morning quiet of the street.
I began to wonder if there were other things I hadn’t known about.
Do you live around here?
He opened his eyes and counted the panes in the nearest of the stained-glass windows.
I love you. All my life I’ve loved you. And always will.
It’s just the old war between the male and the female.
Never resolved and never will be.
She polished one pane of glass over and over.
He was up to something that was bad.