Lawrence Durrell
Lawrence Durrell
Lawrence George Durrellwas an expatriate British novelist, poet, dramatist, and travel writer...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth27 February 1912
lying punishment guilt
Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment: only there does its satisfaction lie.
long goes-on revolution
No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
memories lying hair
I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.
love jealousy envy
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
memories ocean unique
These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.
history historical way
History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.
happiness laughter men
Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.
art pain memories
Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.
wine glasses paris
The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a glass of wine in a Paris bistro.
heart wonder show-me
Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.
truth ladders matter
Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.
love cities world
A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.
dog party names
The cocktail party - as the name itself indicates - was originally invented by dogs. They are simply bottom-sniffings raised to the rank of formal ceremonies.
artist raw-materials materials
Life, the raw material, is only lived in potentia until the artist deploys it in his work.