Quote by Patrick White Download Open image ““Such was the texture of her marble. [In a description of Laura Trevelyan.]”” — Patrick White ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“She held the marble fast. I felt a surge of admiration for her, and dark gratitude.” — M. Pierce Copy Share Image
“It was all so artificial. It was beautiful, but it did not belong to her. She was a tourist, an outsider, and she could… — Penni Russon Copy Share Image
“She had once been described, by one who saw below the surface, as a perfectly beautiful woman in an absolutely plain shell.” — Florence L. Barclay Copy Share Image
“It was the summer, and Clare Bryant was happy. In the midst of the world which seemed so vast and dangerous to her, so… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“The man had a body that made her want to learn how to carve marble.” — Jenna Bayley-Burke Copy Share Image
“Suffice to say she was impressive, though obviously still learning. She struck a few bad notes, but didn't flinch or cringe away from them.… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“Her glittering nails and dangling earrings made her seem fragile sometimes, like something delicate, but then I'd find her standing alone on the roof… — Amanda Sun Copy Share Image
“I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“The woman had an interesting set of features on her. Like she wasn’t quite sure what beautiful was supposed to look like. Her” — Noah Barnett Copy Share Image
“She still had all of her marbles, though every one of them was a bit odd and rolled asymmetrically. She” — Ellen Klages Copy Share Image
“At some point I realized I was seeing something I had never seen before, that she wasn’t quantitatively more beautiful but qualitatively. She had… — Clive Treadwell Copy Share Image
“She arched and farted like Mona Lisa if you really looked at her and for good fruitarian measure.” — Joseph McElroy Copy Share Image
“At times his arrogance did resolve itself into simplicity, though it was difficult, especially for strangers, to distinguish these occasions.” — Patrick White Copy Share Image
I developed the habit of writing novels behind a closed door, or at my uncle's, on the dining table. — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“There are moments when the eyes flow into each other. Then the souls are wrapped around each other across a distance” — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“The worst thing about love between human beings is that when you are prepared to love them they don't want it; when they do… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
In fact I enjoyed every minute of my life at King's, especially the discovery of French and German literature. — Patrick White Copy Share Image
Because he had nothing to hide, he did perhaps appear to have forfeited a little of his strength. But that is the irony of… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“Superficially my war was a comfortable exercise in futility carried out in a grand Scottish hotel amongst the bridge players and swillers of easy-come-by… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
My father and mother were second cousins, though they did not meet till shortly before their marriage. — Patrick White Copy Share Image
Then about 1951 I began writing again, painfully, a novel I called in the beginning A Life Sentence on Earth, but which developed into… — Patrick White Copy Share Image
“Where have you been, Theodora?," Mrs Goodman asked. "Walking, Mother." "And whom did you see?" Mrs Goodman flung her grammar like a stone. "I… — Patrick White Copy Share Image