Quotes About Divan

The world was his divan. There was such a freedom in it.

Here it seemed some of them slept for there were divan beds covered with blankets only and a large, much undenticulated, comb.

Divan beše moj ljubljeni, a melanholi?an.

Ik antwoord niet eens meer, ga op een divan liggen en slaap om de tijd, de stilte, de verschrikkelijke angst ook, te verkorten, want te doden zijn ze niet.

an extremely important trip … just for a week, and there's no way I can possibly refuse. I'll be as quick as I can, on my word of honor." He was immediately ejected from her embrace and roundly abused in terms that were severe but just. He spent the night in the study, on the hard divan

Connor shrugs and obliges. "Nice socks," he says with a satisfied smile. Divan never breaks eye contact. "Indeed they are. Cervelt. New Zealand deer fiber, a bargain at a thousand dollars a pair." He returns Connor's smile, leaving Connor feeling far less satisfied.

Your name means 'silver,' but sadly, as an Unwind, I suspect you'll be worth little more than brass." And then something Divan had said when they first sat down comes back to him. Divan spoke of the six Unwinds that Argent provided. Argent is the sixth. Divan does not do anything by mistake.

You must be joking! What exactly could they be laughing about?" "Well, I didn't hear it directly, of course. Kenan told Füsun. And she told me…. And she was quite upset, too. Apparently it's general knowledge at Satsat that every night at quitting time, you and Sibel would meet there for a romp on the divan in the corner office. This is what all the snickering was about." "What's happened now?

The Crone tires quickly and reaches out for the velvet draperies, sits on the divan, breathing heavily. She's too ancient to have a name any longer. When she coughs you can hear the ages rattling inside her shrunken frame. No human names can cling to her any more- they slip from her dusty shriveled flesh like a young girl's whimsies.

A smell of old incense permeated the fabrics of the covers and cushions of an immense divan such as might have been used by court-musicians. One fancied that dust rose from it, gently enveloping us in a dry benevolent mist in which hung minute particles of the leaves and petals of garlands of flowers: jasmine, roses, frangipani and marigold, and all the names of Allah. One observer: a mouse. Are you afraid? I asked. No