Patrick White Quotes

silence, simplicity and humility . . . the only proper state for the artist as for the human being,

الهواجس المتشابهه لا تنتاب الآخرين

لا يساوره الشك في أن وطنه سيدمره بدلاً من التيقن من أنه سيغيره الى ما يتمناه

Lal Wyburd would naturally have interpreted as selfishness every floundering attempt anybody made to break out of the straitjacket and recover a sanity which must have been theirs in the beginning, and might be theirs again in the end. That left the long stretch of the responsible years, when you were lunging in your madness after love, money, position, possessions, while an inkling persisted, sometimes even a certainty descended: of a calm in which the self had been stripped, if painfully, of its human imperfections.

Mrs. Trotter made a sincere though wrong sound, while opening her handbag to look for help.

Human behavior is a series of lunges, of which, it is sometimes sensed, the direction is inevitable.

There are moments when the eyes flow into each other. Then the souls are wrapped around each other across a distance

لديك رفيق من بني وطنك سيشاركك وطنيتك في الإمساك بالسحلية الأمريكية قبل أن تنقرض

And that other woman — the one with the goitre — Eulalie?’ ‘She died too. I told you.’ Madame de Lascabanes turned in extremis to her mother’s nurse. ‘That was my English aunt-by-marriage. At least, she was French, but married an Englishman who left her for the Côte d’Azur.’ Sister Badgery was entranced. ‘My husband was an Englishman — a tea planter from Ceylon. We passed through Paris, once only, on our honeymoon to the Old Country. Gordon was a public-school man — Brighton College in Sussex. D’you know it?’ The princess didn’t. Sister Badgery couldn’t believe: such a well-known school. ‘Sister Badgery, isn’t it time Mrs Lippmann gave you your tea — or whatever you take — Madeira. There’s an excellent Madeira in the sideboard; Alfred developed a taste for it.’ ‘You know I never touch a drop of anything strong.’ ‘I want to talk to my daughter — Mrs Hunter — privately,’ Mrs Hunter said.

كل أمرِ عذب ولين من السهل أن يُجرح

Souls unite in the face of violence, if only on the common ground of frailty.

In general,' Voss replied, 'it is necessary to communicate without knowledge of the language.

Have you met my housekeeper?’ Dorothy was palpitating. ‘In your old room. Practically as you left it. One has to respect what other people are — essentially — even when they try to destroy themselves. But I offer you your room — your latchkey — financial security — if only you will realize that badly heated Paris apartment is — so — so pernicious.’ Dorothy de Lascabanes had flown to her mother’s bedside to pronounce an ultimatum, a brutal one if necessary, and here she was, her head literally so heavy she had to support it with her hands. ‘I don’t know, Mummy!’ she muttered from behind her wrists. ‘Think it over, darling. Nothing can be decided in — you know I would never let you want — and for that reason.’ They had lapsed. Both of them. The princess might have been sunk in a lake of mercury, but Mrs Hunter was probably born of that substance.

Such was the texture of her marble.

[In a description of Laura Trevelyan.]

So that, in the end, there was no end.