A diary is the last place to go if you wish to seek the truth about a person. Nobody dares to make the final confession to themselves on paper: or at least, not about love.
Lawrence DurrellMots clés balthazar
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.
Lawrence DurrellMots clés justine lawrence-durrell
I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.
Lawrence DurrellMots clés reading reality confirmation
He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.
Lawrence DurrellWho invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.
Lawrence DurrellMots clés love
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.
Lawrence DurrellMots clés art pain reality meaning-of-life meaning
i imagine therefore I belong and am free.
Lawrence DurrellShe took kisses like so many coats of paint […] how long and how vainly I searched for excuses which might make her amorality if not palatable at lest understandable. I realize now the time I wasted in this way; instead of enjoying her and turning aside from these preoccupations with the thought, ‘She is untrustworthy as she is beautiful. She takes love as plants do water, lightly, thoughtlessly.
Lawrence DurrellWords, the acid-bath of words.
Lawrence DurrellI suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.
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