One does not know where love will take you.
PAT CONROY
We die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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One does not know where love will take you.
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Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves.
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I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.
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Laughter is the only strategy that has ever worked at all for me when my world is falling apart.
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There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.
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When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity.
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I can’t pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.
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A story is a living thing, it moves and shifts.
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A library could show you everything if you knew where to look.
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It did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mischief as much as prayer, and playfulness as much as mischief.
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Silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.
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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
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Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Road, and changed me the way good books always do.
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There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
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Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
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