Top 26 Timothy Findley Quotes
#1. I can't work in a house where there's saints. The minute there's saints, the devil sends messengers
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#3. I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.
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#4. When Mrs Ross asked him what he was thinking of, he shrugged. But he was thinking of the time he'd climbed the steeple of a church when he was ten-and had seen, for the very first time, the world spread out around him like a gift.
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#5. The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [ ... ] be closed with a shout of recognition.
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#6. Houses, trees and fields of flax once flourished here. Summers had been blue with flowers. Now it was a shallow sea of stinking grey from end to end. And this is where you fought the war.
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#7. The art of presenting oneself, he had once told Sybil, lies in creating an immediate shock which is countered by a slow retreat into custom. People never quite recover from my cravats, but they will never find the equal of my tailor. To be memorable is all, when it comes to dress.
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#8. You will live when you live. No one else can ever live your life and no one else will ever know what you know ...
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#9. Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.
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#10. Mrs Ross adjusted her veil but did not put the flask away ... 'Why is this happening to us, Davenport? What does it mean - to kill your children? Kill them and then go in there and sing about it! What does that mean?' She wept-but angrily.
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#11. There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and either stay or turn and go away.
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#12. He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.
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#13. Literature was intended to be dangerous. Art was meant to be dangerous. Ideas were nothing if they were not dangerous.
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#15. You die when you can't be real, Dolly thought. When you can't see who you are and when you cannot see what it.
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#16. Elizabeth Hay has intelligence coming out of her fingertips - integrity, insight, and wonder in every paragraph of her writing.She connects. She stirs and provokes.
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#17. They waited.
The door did not open.
The rain did not stop.
The darkness made a tent and covered them completely.
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#18. I have dreamt of a life you will never know; the life of a loving and caring companion. I simply thought you should know. I see that you are in trouble. I watch and listen to you. I want to help, but you won't let me. So be it. I love you still. Do what you will, I shall watch over you.
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#19. Everyone who's born has come from the sea. Your mother's womb is just a sea in small. And birds come of seas on eggs. Horses lie in the sea before they're born. The placenta is the sea. Your blood is the sea continued in your veins. We are the ocean - walking on the land.
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#20. Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.
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#21. Happiness is not our goal. The achievement of happiness deflects us from our true destiny which is the utter realization of self.
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#22. All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.
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#23. I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.
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#24. 1915. The year itself looks sepia and soiled-muddied like its pictures. In the snapshots everyone at first seems timid-lost-irresolute. Boys and men squinting at the camera.
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#26. Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can't. Their greatness lies in their response to that moment.
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