“Oh, the joy of the arrival of a child, which is both the one and the other, a mirror in which husband and wife, who love each other, can see each other in one single face.” — 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, the dead town entombed in its stone quais, with the arteries of its canals cold once the great… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“(We) fell out of love with life for having learnt too much of death. ("At School")” — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
