Quotes by : Alain-Fournier

The rain is, in a sense, The sole sad friend of those who find themselvesThinking, wide awake, until....

Je pensais de meme que notre jeunesse etait finie et le bonheur manqué. I thought too that our youth....

... the old Berlin – last vestige of a mysterious fête – wheeled away from the gravelled road and....

This evening, which I have tried to spirit away, is a strange burden to me. While time moves on, while....