“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
“…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 Rodenbach
“The pale water which goes away along paths of silence.”
— Georges Rodenbach
“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 Rodenbach
“As he walked, the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind, and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening, a craving for the quietude of the grave … overtook him with unwanted intensity.”
— Georges Rodenbach
“Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death…”
— Georges Rodenbach
“There are women whose love only ends with death.”
— Georges Rodenbach