Lawrence Durrell Quotations | Page 2

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.

Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way; but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.

I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.

Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.