Quotes by Connolly, Cyril

Imprisoned in every fat man, a thin one is wildly signaling to be let >>

Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose. >>

When writers meet they are truculent, indifferent, or over-polite. The >>

Quotations about Grief

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters >>

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it >>

Time takes away the grief of men. >>

There is immunity in reading, immunity in formal society, in office routine, in the company of old friends and in the giving of officious help to strangers, but there is no sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its anguish will break through every defense-line of custom and habit; we must sleep and therefore we must dream.

Connolly, Cyril