It is not "forgive and forget" as if nothing wrong had ever happened, but "forgive and go forward," building on the mistakes of the past and the energy generated by reconciliation to create a new future.— Alan Paton
The most breathtaking Alan Paton quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?
All roads lead to Johannesburg.
One day in Johannesburg, and already the tribe was being rebuilt, the house and soul being restored.
To give up the task of reforming society is to give up one's responsibility as a free man.
I envision someday a great, peaceful South Africa in which the world will take pride, a nation in which each of many different groups will be making its own creative contribution.
The only way in which one can make endurable man's inhumanity to man, and man's destruction of his own environment, is to exemplify in your own lives man's humanity to man and man's reverence for the place in which he lives.
Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival. When the storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house. But when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house.
But perhaps when you were too obedient, and did not do openly what others did, and were quiet in church and hard-working at school, then some unknown rebellion brewed in you, doing harm to you, though how I do not understand.
It is not permissible to add to one's possesions if these things can only be done at the cost of other men. Such development has only one true name, and that is exploitation.
Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.
I have always found that actively loving saves one from a morbid preoccupation with the shortcomings of society.
But the one thing that has power completely is love, because when a man loves, he seeks no power, and therefore he has power.
The truth is, our civilization is not Christian;
it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possessions.
In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays.
In the dark and silent forest, there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply... For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.
I have never thought that a Christian would be free of suffering, umfundisi.
For our Lord suffered. And I come to believe that he suffered, not to save us from suffering, but to teach us how to bear suffering. For he knew that there is no life without suffering.
We do not work for men. We work for the land and the people. We do not even work for money.
St. Francis of Assisi taught me that there is a wound in the Creation and that the greatest use we could make of our lives was to ask to be made a healer of it.
But when the dawn will come, of our emancipation, from the fear of bondage and the bondage of fear, why, that is a secret.
Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
There is only one way in which one can endure man's inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one's own life, to exemplify man's humanity to man.
I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they are turned to loving, they will find that we are turned to hating.
But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.
The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.
Now God be thanked that the name of a hill is such music, that the name of a river can heal.
For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.
There is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love.
For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.
If you wrote a novel in South Africa which didn't concern the central issues, it wouldn't be worth publishing.
There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills.
Happy the eyes that can close
And money is not something to go mad about .
.. Money is for food and clothes and comfort, and a visit to the pictures. Money is to make happy the lives of children.
The ground is holy, being even as it came from the Creator.
Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed.
And were your back as broad as heaven, and your purse full of gold, and did your compassion reach from here to hell itself, there is nothing you can do.
I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie.
It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.
Nosecond Johannesburg isneededuponthe earth.One is enough.
You ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right.
It is my belief that the only power which can resist the power of fear is the power of love.
Pain and suffering, they are a secret.
Kindness and love, they are a secret. But I have learned that kindness and love can pay for pain and suffering.
There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices.
But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that.
When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, Where are your wounds? and if I say I haven’t any, he will say, Was there nothing to fight for? I couldn’t face that question. (Ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)
For who can stop the heart from breaking?
One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun.
And while I live it will continue
Life has not taught me to expect nothing, but she has taught me not to expect success to be the inevitable result of my endeavors. She taught me to seek sustenance from the endeavor itself, but to leave the result to God.
God forgives us... who am I not to forgive?
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that's the inheritor of our fear.
Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing. Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much.