I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.
PAT CONROYCarolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
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Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
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Cameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they have nothing to say to strangers.
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Then, too, I want a book so filled with story and character that I read page after page without thinking of food or drink because a writer has possessed me, crazed with an unappeasable thirst to know what happens next.
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Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don’t leave out a single word.
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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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And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men.
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A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
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Her library would have been valuable to a bibliophile except she treated her books execrably. I would rarely open a volume that she had not desecrated by underlining her favorite sections with a ball-point pen.
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I discovered that He had simply given me a different voice to praise the inexhaustible beauty of the made world.
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Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves.
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I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
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Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.
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I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
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American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them.
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Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.
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Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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There’s no word in the language I revere more than ‘teacher.’ My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his teacher, and it always has. I’ve honored myself and the entire family of man by becoming a teacher.
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Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
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I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.
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I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.
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I loved my parents… but that can never change the fact that my father’s violence ruined my childhood.
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Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?
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The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.
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Silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.
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