Born: 01-01-1912
Lawrence Durrell was a British novelist and poet, renowned for his evocative prose and exploration of human emotions. Born in 1912 in India, he gained fame with "The Alexandria Quartet," a series of novels set in Egypt. Durrell's work often reflects his fascination with the Mediterranean and its cultures. An accomplished travel writer and playwright, his literary contributions have left a lasting impact on 20th-century literature.
We are all instruments endowed with feeling and memory. Our senses are so many strings that are struck by surrounding objects and that also frequently strike themselves.
There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.
Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say - the pain of being truly alive.
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
The truth, however, is that the senses are not the only avenues of knowledge; they are not the windows of the mind.
To hope is to contradict the future.
The mind's only limits are its own expectations.
To know another is to know yourself, and to know yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.
The present, like a bird, has a beak full of secrets.
The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) of which we have no inkling.
One cannot create happiness with beautiful objects, but one can spoil quite a lot of happiness with bad ones.
Words are just postcards for ideas when the ideas are gone, the words are gone too.