“—that exquisite sensual pleasure of collectors, who are a tactile species—” — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Is this not the collector's exquisite pleasure, that his desire should know no bounds, should reach out into the infinite, should never know full possession which disappoints by its very completeness. O what joy to be able to postpone the… — 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
