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“As he made his way back to his home on the Dijver, along the canals, beside the calm waters, Borluut felt his regret, his remorse at having divulged his worries grow at the sight of the noble swans, sealed-in snow, which, prisoners of the canals, prey to the rain, the sadness of the bells, the shadow of the gables, have the modesty to remain silent and only complain, with a voice that is almost human, when they are about to die...”

Quote by Georges Rodenbach

Book:The Bells of Bruges
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The Bells of Bruges

The Bells of Bruges is a historical fiction novel that delves into the life of a character living in the picturesque city of Bruges. The story weaves through the complexities of human emotions, focusing on the protagonist's journey through love and loss amidst the backdrop of a changing world. more

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Georges Rodenbach
Georges Rodenbach

Georges Rodenbach was a Belgian poet known for his unique symbolism and profound emotional expression. His works often explore themes of human existence, with deep insights into love, death, and nature. more

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