Loss invites reflection and reformulating and a change of strategies. Loss hurts and bleeds and aches. Loss is always ready to call out your name in the night. Loss follows you home and taunts you at the breakfast table, follows you to work in the morning. You have to make accommodations and broker deals to soften the rabbit punches that loss brings to your daily life. You have to take the word "loser" and add it to your resume and walk around with it on your name tag as it hand-feeds you your own shit in dosages too large for even great beasts to swallow. The word "loser" follows you, bird-dogs you, sniffs you out of whatever fields you hide in because you have to face things clearly and you cannot turn away from what is true.
Pat ConroyTags: loss inspirational-life losing life-lesson lesson-from-lossing loser-quotes losing-quotes loss-quotes
The Bear had once confided to me that Durrell's ego could fit snugly in the basilica of St. Peter's in Rome but in very few other public places. This runaway megalomania marked him as a blood member of the fraternity of generals. If looks alone could make generals, Durrell would have been a cinch. He was built lean and slim and dark, like a Doberman. A man of breeding and refrigerated intelligence, he ordered his life like a table of logarithms.
Pat ConroyTags: ego generals megalomania
Honor is the presence of God in man.
Pat ConroyI was the only person in the world who thought it was a military duty to appear to be in a good mood.
Pat ConroyTags: smiling friendliness
I meditated on the nature of friendship as I practiced the craft. My friends had always come from outside the mainstream. I had always been popular with the fifth column of my peers, those individuals who were princely in their solitude, lords of their own unpraised melancholy. Distrusting the approval of the chosen, I would take the applause of exiles anytime. My friends were all foreigners, and they wore their unbelongingness in their eyes. I hunted for that look; I saw it often, disarrayed and fragmentary and furious, and I approached every boy who invited me in.
Pat ConroyTags: friendship
The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.
Pat ConroyTags: optimism pessimism thinking emotions attitude
My memory often seems like a city of exiled poets afire with the astonishment of language, each believing in the integrity of his own witness, each with a separate version of culture and history, and the divine essential fire that is poetry itself.
Pat ConroyTags: memory
Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
Pat ConroyTags: conformity law coercion
It's impossible to explain to a Yankee what `tacky' is. They simply have no word for it up north, but my God, do they ever need one.
Pat ConroyThere were far worse strategies in life than to try to make each aspect of one's existence a minor work of art.
Pat ConroyTags: beauty excellence detail
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