The beauty of sorrow is superior to the beauty of life.
Georges RodenbachMots clés bruges the-bells-of-bruges
...without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament... Eucharist of love with a red host!
Georges RodenbachMots clés love kiss the-bells-of-bruges
Dead towns are the Cathedrals of Silence. They, too, have their gargoyles, singular figures, exaggerated, dubious, set in high profile. They stand out from the mass of grey, which takes all it has in the way of character, its twitchings of stagnant life from them. Some have been distorted by solitude, others grimace with a directionless fervour; here there are masks of cherished lust, there faces ceaselessly sculpted and furrowed by mysticism. Human gargoyles, the only figures of interest in this monotonous population.
Georges RodenbachMots clés bruges the-bells-of-bruges cathedrals-of-silence dead-towns human-gargoyles
The main thing for inner contentment is to be in a state of grace. And there is an artistic state of grace, for art is a kind of religion.
Georges RodenbachMots clés art religion the-bells-of-bruges
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