Quotes from Graham Greene

You can't conceive, my child, nor can I or anyone the … appalling … strangeness

Perhaps soon the two of them would grow accustomed to each other and guilt would come to eat out of his hand.

You think God's more bitter than a woman!?

You sacrificed both of us once to bring me back to life, but what sort of a life is this without you.

But at the centre of his own faith there always stood the convincing mystery--that they were made in God's image. God was the parent, but He was also the policeman, the criminal, the priest, the maniac, and the judge. Something resembling God dangled from the gibbet or went into odd attitudes before the bullets in a prison yard or contorted itself like a camel in the attitude of sex. He would sit in the confessional and hear the complicated dirty ingenuities which God's image had thought out...

All my conversations with Pyle seemed to take grotesque directions. Was it because of his sincerity that they so ran off the customary rails? His conversations never took the corners.

A book takes me a year to write. It's too hard work for a revenge. -If you knew how little you had to revenge....

What was most evil in him needed her: it couldn't get along without goodness.

He travelled from one woman to another, Henry, all through his life. That comes to much the same thing. New landscapes, new customs. The accumulation of memories. A long life is not a question of years. A man without memories might reach the age of a hundred and feel that his life had been a very brief one.

words like 'mystery' and 'soul' and 'the source of life' came in over and over again, as they sat on the bed talking, with nothing to do and nothing to believe and nowhere better to go.

Recordé el reloj con pulsera de oro de la señorita Keene, minúsculo como el de una muñeca, regalo de sir Keene por sus veintiún años. En su pequeña esfera contenía todas las cifras de las horas, como si todas ellas tuviesen la misma importancia y un deber especial que cumplir.

The place was very like the world: overcrowded with lust and crime and unhappy love, it stank to heaven; but he realized that after all it was possible to find peace there, when you knew for certain that the time was short.

In un mondo folle, ubbidire sembra sempre la soluzione più semplice.

Neither of us mentioned him when we woke on the morning after his death...One is not jealous of the dead, and it seemed easy to me that morning to take up our old life together.

She was more astute than I at seeing the distant cloud of a quarrel when it was still no bigger than a man's hand, and she would usually take the right avoiding action, for when an embrace was over the quarrel was usually over too—for that occasion at least.

There were men who lived voluntarily in deserts, but they had their God to commune with. For nearly ten years he had felt no need of friends - one woman could include any number of friends.

and heads close together like parrots

vulturii, ca ni?te curcani domestici, se plimbau tactico?i prin gunoaiele regimentului.

Suddenly watching her feet, so light and precise and mistress of his shuffle, I was in love again.

scrisoarea r?t?cit? se întorsese, ca o pisic?, la vechea ei adres?.

Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble.

shopping baskets, or tramps, but never readers. A tramp would proudly occupy a whole bench. No one cared to share the bench with a tramp, so unlike the rest of the world he could stretch at full length.

The ambiguity was that attraction.

That hiccup is best cured by drinking out of the opposite rime of a glass. You can imitate a glass with your hand. Liquid is not a necessary part of the cure.