Frases de Lawrence Durrell

Lawrence George Durrell foi um romancista, poeta e dramaturgo britânico nascido na Índia.

A sua obra mais famosa é Quarteto de Alexandria, uma tetralogia composta pelos livros Justine , Balthazar , Mountolive e Clea . Wikipedia  

✵ 27. Fevereiro 1912 – 7. Novembro 1990   •   Outros nomes Lawrence George Durrell

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Lawrence Durrell Frases famosas

“Tal como todos os jovens, propunha-me ser um gênio, mas, felizmente, interveio o riso.”

Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened
Clea - página 128, Lawrence Durrell - Penguin Books, 1991, ISBN 0140153225, 9780140153224- 287 páginas

Lawrence Durrell frases e citações

Lawrence Durrell: Frases em inglês

“Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me and then show me the place where he was hanged.”

Lawrence Durrell livro Justine

Variante: Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.
Fonte: Justine

“Art like life is an open secret.”

Lawrence Durrell The Alexandria Quartet

Fonte: The Alexandria Quartet

“A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.”

Lawrence Durrell The Alexandria Quartet

The Alexandria Quartet (1957–1960), Justine (1957)

“Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.”

Lawrence Durrell The Alexandria Quartet

The Alexandria Quartet (1957–1960), Clea (1960)

“A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.”

Lawrence Durrell livro Justine

Fonte: The Alexandria Quartet (1957–1960), Justine (1957)

“Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.”

Lawrence Durrell The Alexandria Quartet

Fonte: The Alexandria Quartet

“An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.”

Lawrence Durrell The Avignon Quintet

The Avignon Quintet (1974–1985), Monsieur (1974)
Contexto: The art of prose governed by syncopated thinking; for thoughts curdle in the heart if not expressed. An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.