Author of quotes: Lawrence Durrell. Page 3

We were dying quickly from each other to get to understand your own feelings.

She loved my weaknesses, for it could be useful to me.

Well. I finally fell in love. There is something to be proud of.

All I was good at, it's loving her more than she me, the suit I have always had a full hand.

I was talking about the futility of art, but said nothing about the relief it could give.

She took kisses like layer after layer of oil paint.

It seems to me that the sky fell on the ground, and I squeezed between them and breathing through the eye of a needle.

A strange feeling was aroused by her beauty; she was like born to become the object of destruction.

I noticed that, causing someone annoyance, I cause the same feeling in ourselves. I'm single now, and I have no one to bring except myself. Happiness!

There is in this world people born for self-destruction, and any reasonable arguments are powerless.

Somewhere in the heart of the experience hidden order, correspondences, and we will grasp it, if we are sufficiently attentive, sufficiently patient and if we love enough. There will come such a time?

The world is like a cucumber: today you have it in hand, and tomorrow in the ass.

The memory is only pain and eats: the joy of self-sufficient ends in themselves.

Rip from the book the essence, as the fingers of the crumb of a loaf.