Showing posts with label Alan Paton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alan Paton. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 September 2013

PERSECUTION

'I don't worry about the wounds. When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, Where are your wounds? and if I say I haven't any, he will say, Was there nothing to fight for? I couldn't face that question.' 
Alan Paton, Ah, But Your Land is Beautiful, p.75. 

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

A LACK OF FRIENDSHIP

'So we were all struck down. Because he would not tell one man, therefore the whole world knew.' 
Alan Paton, Too Late the Phalarope, p.196. 

Sunday, 8 September 2013

CREATION

'...it was the nature of man and of creation, that some sound, long remembered from the days of innocence before the world's corruption, could open the door to the soul, flooding it with a sudden knowledge of the sadness and terror and beauty of man's home and the earth. But you could not keep such knowledge, you could not hold it in your hand like a flower or a book, for it came and went like the wind and the door of the soul would not say open, for maybe it was too great joy and sorrow for a man, and meant only for angels.' 
Alan Paton, Too Late the Phalarope, p.40. 

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

LOVE

'...there is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love. Because when a man loves, he seeks no power, and therefore he has power.'
Alan Paton, Cry, The Beloved Country, p.37.

HUMILITY

'Kumalo said humbly, Maybe you will pray for me.
- I shall do so gladly. My brother, I have of course my work to do, but so long as you are here, my hands are yours.
- You are kind.
Something in the humble voice must have touched Msimangu, for he said, I am not kind. I am a selfish and sinful man, but God put his hands on me, that is all.'
Alan Paton, Cry, The Beloved Country, p.24.