Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved.
ALAN PATONThese hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.
More Alan Paton Quotes
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All roads lead to Johannesburg.
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What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?
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Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing.
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There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
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It is not permissible to add to one’s possesions if these things can only be done at the cost of other men.
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There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
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There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all.
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There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices.
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And whether they do not see him there in the grass, or whether they fear to halt even a moment, but they do not wake him, they let him be.
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If you wrote a novel in South Africa which didn’t concern the central issues, it wouldn’t be worth publishing.
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The tragedy is not that things are broken.
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Happy the eyes that can close
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What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?
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Ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right.
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But to punish and not to restore, that is the greatest of all offences.
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