41 Quotes by Jean Giono

Then each one of them had her own tale to tell. One had seen the cat. Another had heard voices in the trees. Babette mentioned her cupboard muttering away on its own like a fully-grown human being.

And the dreaded day has arrived, slowly but surely, through the course of the night, one hour nudging the next along. And now, look: It's peeking above the hills.

Everything was frozen up and silent that morning. Even the wind was silent, but not really dead. It waved about a little and beat its tail gently against the hard sky. There was no sun yet. The sky was empty. It was all frozen up, like a sheet hanging out in the frost.

With his arms swinging he stretches twice. Spade work has bent his stocky frame. At the end of the second stretch, he farts. It's his ritual.

Lanky Belline was in the court counting her ducks. She was thin as a cypress and nearly as tall.

A bushy Virginia creeper climbs all over Jaume's place, and above the front door it looks just like the walrus moustache that hangs over his mouth.

Aubignane, like a small wasps' nest, was stuck against the salient of the plateau. It was true that only three persons remained there. A grassless slope went down from the village. Almost at the bottom, there was a patch of soft earth and the wiry hair of a stunted osier bed. Below was a narrow valley with a little water.

Dans un roman tout s'explique, même le plus mystérieux, surtout le plus mystérieux; non seulement il s'éclaire, mais il éclaire tout le reste. Dans la vie de la route, le plus simple reste mystérieux.

They went down to the stream. It was all bearded with dirty grasses and was grumbling, for the rains had filled it with water. So it complained. It complained of being too fat. It was never satisfied. In summer it spent its time moaning that it was going to die, and then...Streams were always like that.