“He felt more cheerful, revived by the journey, released from himself and his poor life, uplifted by thoughts of the infinite.” — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“What an austere landscape! Borluut was alone, with nothing but the sky and water. No footsteps, apart from his own, marked the… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Bruges had the air of a ghost town. The high towers, the trees along the canals withdrew, absorbed by the same muslin:… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“The carillon is, after all, the music of the people. Elsewhere, in the glittering capitals, public festivals are celebrated with fireworks, that… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“As he made his way back to his home on the Dijver, along the canals, beside the calm waters, Borluut felt his… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Now Borluut was seeing it from close to. And to its very end, it seemed, from the way the line of the… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Ornamentation, festoons, carvings, cartouches, bas-reliefs, countless surprises among the sculptures - and the tones of the facades weathered by time and rain,… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Bruges was his dead wife. And his dead wife was Bruges. The two were united in a like destiny. It was Bruges-la-Morte,… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“A great melancholy was hanging in the air, giving their love a more languid, more tender feeling. It was like the love… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Is that not what makes it great?' he retorted to his friend. 'Its beauty resides in its silence, and its glory in… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Dead towns are the Cathedrals of Silence. They, too, have their gargoyles, singular figures, exaggerated, dubious, set in high profile. They stand… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Once he had reached the top, he looked down on the town at his feet. Such repose, such tranquility, what a lesson… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“In Bruges he had carried out a work which was anonymous and brought no glory, but was seen as admirable once it… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“It was van Hulle who had been the initiator of this restoration of their ancestral language to its former glory as a… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Was that not the way it ought to be? The beauty of Bruges lay in being dead. From the top of the… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“It could be said that Borluut was in love with the town. But we only have one heart for all our loves,… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Mevr. Cadzand feared for her son who, with his responsive nature, as sensitive as a hothouse plant, was more exposed. Fortunately religion is a… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“A great melancholy was hanging in the air, giving their love a more languid, more tender feeling. It was like the love one feels… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“Oh, the sudden change of perspective brought about by travel and absence! How different everything was here: the people in the streets, the houses,… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“All lovers desire solitude in order to possess each other more completely. They create for each other a new universe inhabited by the two… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“Now Borluut was seeing it from close to. And to its very end, it seemed, from the way the line of the horizon merged… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“He felt alone, prey to the tedium, to the dreariness of time, especially at the approach of twilight which, during those late-autumn days, came… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“Dead towns are the Cathedrals of Silence. They, too, have their gargoyles, singular figures, exaggerated, dubious, set in high profile. They stand out from… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“Is it not strange how quickly one can become detached from everything? How empty life appears when one is close to death!” — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“(We) fell out of love with life for having learnt too much of death. ("At School")” — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“Does it not sometimes happen in life that our actions are solely for an enemy, so as to stand up to him, to confound… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“That is the way it is, we always fall in love because of a detail, a nuance. It is a marker we set up… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“In Bruges he had carried out a work which was anonymous and brought no glory, but was seen as admirable once it had been… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“—that exquisite sensual pleasure of collectors, who are a tactile species—” — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
“The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells subtly impregnated… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share
