The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.— Lawrence Durrell
The most astonishing Lawrence Durrell quotes that are easy to memorize and remember
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.
Music is only love looking for words.
Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.
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.
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.
Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.
Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.
We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.
Truth disappears with the telling of it.
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.
It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.
To write a poem is like trying to catch a lizard without its tail falling off.
Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.
These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words;
they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.
Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.
The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a glass of wine in a Paris bistro.
I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.
I imagine, therefore I belong and am free.
Shyness has laws you can only give yourself; tragically to those who least understand.
I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.
Life, the raw material, is only lived in potentia until the artist deploys it in his work.
It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown.
Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.
The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of.
You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.
Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.
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.
Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment: only there does its satisfaction lie.
I don’t believe one reads to escape reality.
A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.
Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.
No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
No history much? Perhaps. Only this ominous Dark beauty flowering under veils, Trapped in the spectrum of a dying style: A village like an instinct left to rust, Composed around the echo of a pistol-shot.
Very few people realise that sex is a psychic and not a physical act.
The clumsy coupling of human beings is simply a biological paraphrase of this truth - a primitive method of introducing minds to each other, engaging them. But most people are stuck in the physical aspect, unaware of the poetic rapport which it so clumsily tries to teach.
A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste as old as cold water.
Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.
Brazil is bigger than Europe, wilder than Africa, and weirder than Baffin Land.
Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.
But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket
The cocktail party - as the name itself indicates - was originally invented by dogs. They are simply bottom-sniffings raised to the rank of formal ceremonies.
Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.
There are only three things to be done with a woman.
You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.
Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way;
but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.
All culture corrupts, but French culture corrupts absolutely.
Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.
He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.
It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.
I have been thinking about the girl I met last night in the mirror: dark on the marble-ivory white: glossy black hair: deep suspiring eyes in which one's glances sink because they are nervous, curious, turned to sexual curiosity.
Love joins and then divides. How else would we be growing?
Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.