Timothee De Fombelle Quotes & Sayings

All dreams have to come to an end. — Timothee De Fombelle

Perhaps it would be better if your whole life had the same transparency as in its final moments. — Timothee De Fombelle

Who could have predicted what would happen in the time it takes to boil an egg? — Timothee De Fombelle

Little tree filled his lungs with the white airness of the night, as if he were going to fly.
The living voice of his parents. Elisha's eyes. These were reasons enough to set off on another adventure.
Reasons to be Toby Lolness again. — Timothee De Fombelle

Perhaps it was because of his wife that Pippo the farmer dreamt of becoming a sailor. There are certain people on this earth who make you want to sail very far away, and above all for a very long time. — Timothee De Fombelle

He was raised by three nurses: freedom, solitude and Mademoiselle. Together, the three of them provided him with an education. From them, he learned everything he believed it was possible to learn. — Timothee De Fombelle

There are some closed doors we're so frightened of opening that we don't see them any more. We've pushed furniture in front of them; we've jammed the lock. Children are the only ones who might crouch down on all fours to stare at the red glow coming from under the door, as they wonder what lies behind it. But Vango had always been afraid of the glow. — Timothee De Fombelle

He was frightened for his country. Slowly and tragically it was drifting in the wrong direction. Something had to be done. Tiny gestures. Barely noticeable. A little resistance, some gentle friction, to break the fall. — Timothee De Fombelle

The shot has gone under my rib, Boulard my boy, so it must have been the shortest one who fired.
Even his final sigh was a police investigation. — Timothee De Fombelle

[Toby] reflected that being cruel sometimes makes you rich and powerful, but it always makes you ugly. — Timothee De Fombelle

For Ethel, it was exactly as if one of the twisted beech trees behind the castle had knocked at her door one morning to ask for her hand in marriage. What could she say? Yes, she loved those little trees beneath which she used to build her dens, she loved them dearly ... but would she have wanted to marry them? — Timothee De Fombelle

Music fears nobody. And it refuses to be caged. Finally, — Timothee De Fombelle

In an ideal world, we might have dreamed of a benevolent hand intervening so that one of them tarried a little longer while the other hurried up, and that they would have found themselves at precisely the same moment, in front of the black van with Drat That Rat! stamped across it. In an ideal world, there would have been music playing in the distance and a ray of sunshine would have lit up the pavement.
But, even in an ideal world, would it have been worth changing the course of these two lives, treating them like pawns to be pushed one square ahead or behind, just for us to enjoy a reunion scene played out in slow motion?
So Vango got into the van alone. — Timothee De Fombelle

The sole of the foot is sacred for the Grass people. It's called the "sole of the foot" because it's the sole (or only) body part that enjoys the constant relationship with the surface of plants. — Timothee De Fombelle

The world exploded when he passed by. Ashes were all he left behind. — Timothee De Fombelle