34 ordspråk av Lawrence Durrell
Lawrence Durrell
A city becomes a world when one loves one of it's inhabitants.
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A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
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Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.
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For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential /the imagination.
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History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living
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I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
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I imagine, therefore I belong and am free.
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I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.
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It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
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It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
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It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
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It takes a lot of energy and a lot of neurosis to write a novel. If you were really sensible, you'd do something else.
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It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdy that you can get tenderness.
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It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.
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Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.
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