Gerald Durrell Quotes

No one but a murderer would have thought of giving Gerry that albatross.

But throughout my life I have rarely if ever achieved what I wanted by tackling it in a logical fashion.

In those days, living as we did in the country, without the dubious benefits of radio or television, we had to rely on such primitive forms of amusement as books, quarrelling, parties, and the laughter of our friends,

There is no first world and third world. There is only one world, for all of us to live and delight in.

La última vez que vi al Hombre de las Cetonias fue un atardecer, estando yo sentado en un altillo que dominaba el camino. Venía evidentemente de alguna fiesta y había tragado cantidad de vino, pues hacía eses de lado a lado del camino, tocando con la flauta una tonada melancólica. Grité un saludo, y sin volverse me hizo una seña estrafalaria. Al doblar el recodo se silueteó un instante sobre el pálido color lavanda de la tarde. Vi su sombrero andrajoso con las plumas al viento, los abultados bolsillos de su abrigo, las jaulas de mimbre llenas de soñolientas palomas a su espalda, y sobre la cabeza, dando vueltas y más vueltas a lo tonto, los puntitos minúsculos de las cetonias. Torció entonces la esquina y no quedó sino el cielo pálido con una luna nueva suspendida como una pluma de plata y el blando gorjeo de su flauta perdiéndose en el crepúsculo lejano.

As we left the road and made our way up the hillside through the olive groves sparkling with light and shade, coloured with a hundred wild flowers, I stopped to pick some anemones for Mother. While I gathered the wine-coloured flowers

Olvidándome de mi inminente peligro de ser educado, salí con Roger a cazar luciérnagas por entre las abundantes zarzas

In fine weather we always had our meals on the veranda at the rickety marble-topped table and it was here that all the major family decisions were taken.

Aspirin is so good for roses, brandy for sweet peas, and a squeeze of lemon-juice for the fleshy flowers, like begonias.

What fools we are, eh? What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing. And of love, too! I am too old for it and you are too young, and yet we waste our time singing about it.
Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?

She lifted her hand again and waved. It seemed to me, in the gloom, that the flowers had moved closer to her, had crowded eagerly about her bed, as though waiting for her to tell them something. A ravaged old queen, lying in state, surrounded by her whispering court of flowers.

Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.

They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something.

Les, muttering wrathfully, hauled the bedclothes off the recumbent Larry and used them to smother the flames. Larry sat up indignantly.

'What the the hell is going on?' he demanded.

'The room is on fire, dear.'

'Well, I don't see why I should freeze to death... why tear all the bedclothes off? Really, the fuss you all make. It's quite simple to put out a fire.'

'Oh, shut up!' snapped Leslie, jumping up and down on the bedclothes.

Winter came to the island gently as a rule. The sky was still clear, the sea blue and calm, and the sun warm. But there would be an uncertainty in the air. The gold and scarlet leaves that littered the countryside in great drifts wispered and chuckled among themselves, or took experimental runs from place to place, rolling like coloured hoops among the trees. It was if they were practising something, preparing for something, and they would discuss it excitedly in rustly voices as they crowded round the treetrunks.