"Justine" Quotes
"Justine" by Lawrence Durrell is a richly poetic novel exploring complex relationships and the enigmatic allure of a woman named Justine against the exotic backdrop of 1930s Alexandria.
fiction | 253 pages | Published in NaN
Quotes
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.
