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 wrote to explain my own life to myself, stories are the vessels I use to interpret the world to myself. Pat Conroy use stories world The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience. Pat Conroy sunlight fruit tree Basketball allowed me to revere my father without him knowing what I was up to. I took up basketball as a form of homage and mimicry. Pat Conroy basketball knowing father If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me. Pat Conroy sports father thinking The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough. Pat Conroy tides goodness enough Every athlete learns by theft and mimicry. Pat Conroy theft mimicry athlete Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself. Pat Conroy about-yourself special thinking When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity. And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men. Pat Conroy agony self men Writing has never been that simple for me. Pat Conroy simple writing We old athletes carry the disfigurements and markings of contests remembered only by us and no one else. Nothing is more lost than a forgotten game. Pat Conroy basketball athlete inspirational In families, there are no crimes beyond forgiveness. Pat Conroy tides crime We've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high price for our inability to face the truth. Pat Conroy inability pay thinking Through sports a coach can offer a boy a secret way to sneak up on the mystery that is manhood. Pat Conroy secret sports boys Once he had drawn first blood, his war against the property of the state lost all its moral resonance. Pat Conroy war blood firsts Every industry is going to be affected (by the aging population). This creates tremendous opportunities and tremendous challenges. Pat Conroy population challenges opportunity My mother raised me to be a writer. Pat Conroy raised mother writing ...when the words pour out of you just right, you understand that these sentences are all part of a river flowing out of your own distant, hidden ranges, and all words become the dissolving snow that feeds your mountain streams forever. The language locks itself in the icy slopes of our own high passes, and it is up to us, the writers, to melt the glaciers within us. When these glaciers break off, we get to call them novels, the changelings of our burning spirits, our life's work. Pat Conroy break-off rivers snow I don't believe in happy families. Pat Conroy dont-believe happy-family believe It is the secret life that sustains me now, and as I reach the top of that bridge I say it in a whisper, I say it as a prayer, as regret, and as praise. I can't tell you why I do it or what it means, but each night when I drive toward my southern home and my southern life, I whisper these words: 'Lowenstein, Lowenstein. Pat Conroy regret prayer mean We wait for the tortoises to come. We wait for that lady who walks them. That’s how art works. It’s never a jackrabbit, or a racehorse. It’s the tortoises that hold all the secrets. We’ve got to be patient enough to wait for them. Pat Conroy secret waiting art
