Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides. Pat Conroy More Quotes by Pat Conroy More Quotes From Pat Conroy I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present. Pat Conroy difficult wanted thinking My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide. Pat Conroy tides lambs soul No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws. Pat Conroy fate laughter law Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard. Pat Conroy taught-us men children When I was 5 years old, my mother read me 'Gone With The Wind' at night, before I went to bed. I remember her reading almost all year. Pat Conroy reading mother night The children of warriors in our country learn the grace and caution that come from a permanent sense of estrangement. Pat Conroy warrior country children There is no downside to winning. It feels forever fabulous. Pat Conroy winning inspirational life Some things don’t mix. Some things don’t mix at all, but sometimes in life you have to take the risk. Pat Conroy sometimes-in-life risk sometimes A story untold could be the one that kills you. Pat Conroy stories Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most. Pat Conroy hurt The great teachers fill you up with hope and shower you with a thousand reasons to embrace all aspects of life. I wanted to follow Mr. Monte around for the rest of my life, learning everything he wished to share of impart, but I didn't know how to ask. Pat Conroy life-learning reason teacher The world of literature has everything in it, and it refuses to leave Pat Conroy literature teacher world She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope. Pat Conroy passion return long I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once. Pat Conroy skins way thinking Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance. Pat Conroy girl beautiful sweet But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention. Pat Conroy dignity demon attention I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told. Pat Conroy silence trying lying There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal. Pat Conroy betrayal perfect integrity Humanity is best described as inhumanity. Pat Conroy inhumanity humanity I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man. Pat Conroy real waiting men
