Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement. Christopher Fry More Quotes by Christopher Fry More Quotes From Christopher Fry An artist's sensitivity to criticism is, at least in part, an effort to keep unimpaired the zest, or confidence, or arrogance, which he needs to make creation possible; or an instinct to climb through his problems in his own way as he should, and must. Christopher Fry zestartistwriting In tragedy every moment is eternity; in comedy, eternity is a moment. Christopher Fry eternity-of-lifetragedytime What, after all,is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean. Christopher Fry cleaninghalosvirtue Thank God our time is now when wrong comes up to meet us everywhere never to leave us till we take, the greatest stride of the soul man ever took. affairs are now soul size the enterprise is exploration unto God. Where are you making for? It takes so many thousand years to wake. But will you wake for pity's sake? Christopher Fry soulmenyears There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at. Christopher Fry realityfictionthinking The first of our senses which we should take care never to let rust through disuse is that sixth sense, the imagination. I mean the wide-open eye which leads us to see truth more vividly, to apprehend more broadly, to concern ourselves more deeply, to be, all our life long, sensitive and awake to the powers and responsibilities given to us as human beings. Christopher Fry truthlifemean Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly. Christopher Fry wideeyeimagination Life is a hypocrite if I can't live the way it moves me. Christopher Fry hypocritewaymoving I know your cause is lost, but in the heart / Of all right causes is a cause that cannot lose. Christopher Fry causesheartlost The best Thing we can do is to make wherever we're lost in Look as much like home as we can. Christopher Fry homelostlooks Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented for the first time with this strange and wonderful thing, what a miracle, what a magnificently shocking and inexplicable and mysterious thing it would be. Christopher Fry mysterious-thingsrealhands One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria. Christopher Fry budhysteriaone-day Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith. Christopher Fry despaircomedyappreciation Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing Christopher Fry understandingmaywings Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats? Christopher Fry victorydifferencesmotivational We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world. Christopher Fry persuasionworld Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time. Christopher Fry poetrymenheaven The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate Christopher Fry birth-raterisingmoon If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day. Christopher Fry sleepmorningmemories I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value. Christopher Fry lightmentravel
