To be in love is to see yourself as someone else sees you, it is to be in love with the falsified and exalted image of yourself. In love we are incapable of honor – the courageous act is no more than playing a part to an audience of two.
GRAHAM GREENESweet are the thoughts that savor of content: the quiet mind is richer than a crown.
More Graham Greene Quotes
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A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.
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Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
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There’s a virtue in slowness, which we have lost.
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Sometimes I see myself reflected too closely in other men for comfort, and then I have an enormous wish to believe in the saints, in heroic virtue.
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The hands of the guilty don’t necessarily tremble; only in stories does a dropped glass betray agitation. Tension is more often shown in the studied action.
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People who like quotes love meaningless generalizations.
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It’s a good world if you don’t weaken.
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All good novelists have bad memories. What you remember comes out as journalism; what you forget goes into the compost of the imagination.
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They are always saying God loves us. If thats love I’d rather have a bit of kindness.
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It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.
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One can’t love humanity. One can only love people.
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Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
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My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.
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So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.
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Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.
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