Mervyn Peake Quotes
If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white...
Show MoreOne thing at a time,' said the Boy. 'You must be patient. This is a day of hope and wild revenge. Do...
Show MoreBellgrove, eminently lovable, because of his individual weakness, his incompetence, his failure as a...
Show MoreThe road was wet with rain, black and shiny like oilskin. The reflection of the street lamps wallowe...
Show MoreEach day we live is a glass roomUntil we break it with the thrustingOf the spirit and pass throughTh...
Show MoreFrom daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. Sh...
Show MoreThe emotional, loving, moody child had small chance of developing into a happy woman. Had she as a g...
Show MoreIt was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others. He saw in happiness the seeds of indepen...
Show MoreAs I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivio...
Show MoreLingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.
I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;Maelström of passions in that hidden seaWhose waves o...
Show MoreTo live at all is miracle enough.
If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white
I am too rich already, for my eyes mint
Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries,Old veinsThat hol...
Show MoreI, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;Maelström of passions in that hidden seaWhose waves o...
Show MoreGormenghast. Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tract...
Show MoreShe had shown him by her independence how it was only fear that held people together. The fear of be...
Show MoreHow merciful a thing is man's ignorance of his immediate future! What a ghastly, paralysing thing it...
Show MoreShe had expressed herself, as women will, in a smug broadside of pastel shades. Nothing clashed beca...
Show MoreHis mother stood before him like a monument. He saw her great outline through the blur of his weakne...
Show MoreTo say that the frozen silence contracted itself into a yet higher globe of ice were to under-rate t...
Show MoreThe vastest things are those we may not learn.We are not taught to die, nor to be born,Nor how to bu...
Show MoreAnd now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling fro...
Show MoreIn great thick dusty books he readAnd hardly ever went to bedBefore it was e
His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the in...
Show MoreWhy break the heart that never beat from love?
Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.
Steerpike of the Many Problems,” said the Doctor. “What did you say they were? My memory is so very ...
Show MoreIn the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous s...
Show MoreHow's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"..."It's quite com...
Show MoreFor death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.
Oh how I hate people!
He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.
What is Time, O sister of similar features, that you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the ...
Show MoreI want a big breakfast," said Fuchsia at last. "I want a lot to eat, I'm going to think today.
It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others.
Meanwhile Bellgrove had been savouring love's rare aperitif, the ageless language of the eyes.
His staff had shaken hands with her as though a woman was merely another kind of man. Fools! The see...
Show MoreAnd then he began to laugh in a peculiar way of his own which was both violent and soundless. His he...
Show MoreBut his mind saw nothing of all this. His mind was engaged in a warfare of the gods. His mind paced ...
Show MoreFor what is more lovable than failure?
