I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.
GRAHAM GREENEDeath will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.
More Graham Greene Quotes
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Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
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A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
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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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I aim to be content with what I produce. It’s an aim I never achieve, but I go over my work word by word, time and again, so as to be as little dissatisfied as possible.
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The truth has never been of any real value to any human being – it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.
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Reality in our century is not something to be faced.
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Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.
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Human nature is not black and white but black and grey.
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You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.
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In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.
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Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.
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Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie detector.
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Against the beautiful and the clever and the successful, one can wage a pitiless war, but not against the unattractive: then the millstone weighs on the breast.
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Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.
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Her face looked ugly in the attempt to avoid tears; it was an ugliness which bound him to her more than any beauty could have done. It isn’t being happy together, he thought as though it were a fresh discovery, that makes one love–it’s being unhappy together.
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