“They needed to take action, make haste, embalm the dead town, dress the wounds of the sculptures, heal the sick windows, give… — Georges Rodenbach Architecture 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 Close to death Copy Share Image
“As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn… — Georges Rodenbach Autumn Copy Share Image
“Oh the joy of an idée fixe! The contentment of a life taken up some ideal, any ideal! A gentle trap to… — Georges Rodenbach Children 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 Bruges 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 Architecture Copy Share Image
“But any great happiness is a bright light, a challenge to fate to do its worst. There must not be people who… — Georges Rodenbach Fate Copy Share Image
“The man did not attempt to deny it: 'Yes! It's the fault of this town.' The woman, pale and mournful, agreed: 'It's… — Georges Rodenbach Death 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… — Georges Rodenbach Autumn Copy Share Image
“Opposite is the old bell-tower of a church, all the more moving for being unfinished. What beauty there is in interrupted towers,… — Georges Rodenbach Beauty Copy Share Image
“Even during the nights, their nights punctuated by unending kisses, they were sometimes irritated by the carillon, which sounded every quarter of… — Georges Rodenbach Bells 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,… — Georges Rodenbach Enemy Copy Share Image
“Nothing goes unobserved in that strict town where people lack occupation. Malicious curiosity there has even invented what is known as a… — 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,… — Georges Rodenbach Change 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 Beach 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 Bruges Copy Share Image
“Gripped by a feverish urge to climb, he felt like running up the stone stairs. People often talk of the attraction of… — Georges Rodenbach Abyss 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 Bells Copy Share Image
“He discovered another bell, huge as well, but not plain and bare. Its metal sides were covered in scenes, bas-reliefs spreading their… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Besides that, his secret - and principal - reason for retiring was to devote himself entirely to his idée fixe, his collection… — Georges Rodenbach Clock Copy Share Image
“The act of writing itself is like an act of love. There is contact. There is exchange too. We no longer know… — Georges Rodenbach Letter writing 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… — Georges Rodenbach Detail Copy Share Image
“The only man who is truly happy is a man who has an idée fixe. It takes up his every minute, fills… — Georges Rodenbach Empty space Copy Share Image
“Oh, the joy of the arrival of a child, which is both the one and the other, a mirror in which husband… — Georges Rodenbach Child Copy Share Image
“...without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament... Eucharist… — Georges Rodenbach Eucharist 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… — Georges Rodenbach Copy Share Image
“Now they came, spectres in mourning, humbling themselves, ghosts, their eyes the only points of brightness. It was harrowing: a long cortege… — Georges Rodenbach Penitence 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 Bruges Copy Share Image
“It was a delicate task, too, for the danger was twofold: on the one hand not to restore would mean losing precious… — Georges Rodenbach Architecture 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 Autumn Copy Share Image
