Timothy Findley

Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.

— Timothy Findley

He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.

— Timothy Findley

There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and…

— Timothy Findley

“I have dreamt of a life you will never know; the life of a loving and caring companion. I simply thought you…

— Timothy Findley

“You will live when you live. No one else can ever live your life and no one else will ever know what…

— Timothy Findley

Complaints about reality are immature.

— Timothy Findley

In the dark that followed - Lucy said; "where I was born, the trees were always in the sun. And I left…

— Timothy Findley

“With Tom, there had never been a door to close, only the grass to lie on, never a bed; no walls, no…

— Timothy Findley

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon…

— Timothy Findley

“Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the…

— Timothy Findley

They waited. The door did not open. The rain did not stop. The darkness made a tent and covered them completely.

— Timothy Findley

“When Mrs Ross asked him what he was thinking of, he shrugged. But he was thinking of the time he'd climbed the…

— Timothy Findley

“The art of presenting oneself, he had once told Sybil, lies in creating an immediate shock which is countered by a slow…

— Timothy Findley

“music is the worst of them - roiling and boiling - overly emotionalized on the one hand, overly intellectuallized on the other.…

— Timothy Findley

“The mud. There are no good similes. Mud must be a Flemish word. Mud was invented here. Mudland must have been its…

— Timothy Findley

Think of any great man or woman. How can you separate them from the years in which they lived? You can't. Their…

— Timothy Findley

What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep in cities under silent falls of…

— Timothy Findley

“I tell you Charlie, I was there waiting in that field. waiting for Ede and Tom to find me. You don't think…

— Timothy Findley

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

— Timothy Findley

Everyone who’s born has come from the sea. Your mother’s womb is just a sea in small. And birds come of seas…

— Timothy Findley

“Ede had been pregnant not quite the full term: eight months, two weeks, four days. She had lapsed into an extended silence…

— Timothy Findley

“Mrs Ross adjusted her veil but did not put the flask away... 'Why is this happening to us, Davenport? What does it…

— Timothy Findley

Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.

— Timothy Findley

“Here was an unknown quantity-a child in breeches with a blue scarf wound around his neck whose job it was to get…

— Timothy Findley

“...with every new manoeuvre, the light was growing dimmer--fading by numbers as well as strength--and the sound could no longer be heard,…

— Timothy Findley