Tag: words

What was after the universe? Nothing.
En y réfléchissant bien, je n’étais pas malheureux.
Je l’ai écrite un peu au hasard.
À présent c’était le silence de tous ces gens qui m’était pénible.
Cela ne veut rien dire. C’était peut-être hier.
Gone Fishin’
I have something that might help you.
Why are you telling me this?
Gone Fishin’
What story could travel so many leagues unaltered?
She knows what she’ll find there.
Where you are heading, you won’t have to kiss anyone.
You were down there a long time.
You’ve got nowhere to run to.
We get into the building and it’s deserted.
The border must run right through the building.
Watch what you say until we’re sure we’re secure.
So, what am I supposed to be seeing, and why is it so important that I see it?
If they could find her here, flight was pointless. Nowhere was safe.
It had ground her down, over the years. She could feel it.
Eventually it will just be us and the French.
I have to be somewhere else tomorrow.
That’s a place, not a name.
Of all the people upon earth, you least expected to see me?
These scraps of paper fail me.
It was as if the wind and rain had lulled at last, after a long and fearful storm.
It may be too late, I don’t know, but let it not be a minute later!
Very interesting remembrances!
He opened his mouth as wide as he could, and shut it with a sounding snap of his teeth.
Do you seek any guidance from me?
The show being over, the flutter in the air became quite a little storm.
What a night it has been!
Why do you write in the public streets?
He understood that there had been a Revolution.
The magic of names still held minds enchanted.
Je n’ai jamais écrit, croyant le faire, je n’ai jamais aimé, croyant aimer.
De temps en temps, par rafales légères, des bruits de voix.
His patience was that of pride.
I don’t want to read today.
I’m not one to judge.
I tried to write that tale down once, and found I could remember only fragments.
It did not puzzle me too much.
He was outside, out in the cold, insignificant. He could not do anything.
He listened for the women’s voices in the room overhead.
It has all happened a hundred times in my mind.
The voice had a few other things to say.
It is no good anticipating regrets.
No one ever learned why.
So don’t ask questions.
You can imagine the rest.