At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all-consuming regard which ignores everybody else on earth. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
That last winter was a tragic story and I got no personal honour out of it but I was a witness to it. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
In America, even your menus have the gift of language… The Chef's own Vienna Roast. A hearty, rich meat loaf, gently seasoned to perfection… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
“Granny Trill and Granny Wallon were traditional ancients of a kind we won’t see today, the last of that dignity of grandmothers to whom… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he was a melancholic with a loathing for mankind, on the other, some paralysis had twisted his mouth into a permanent and radiant smile. So everyone he met, being warmed by his smile, would shout him a… — Laurie Lee Copy Share
For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
I have been sitting watching that ever since I came back, the continuous variations of light and shadow. — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
All civilizations at some time have fallen into this total terror, when the mystery of life was a kind of panic only to be… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
