Parade S End Quotes Quotes tagged as "parade-s-end" Showing 1-18 of 18 “What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.” ― Anne Rice, Merrick The two functions of man. Great memorable quotes and script exchanges from the Parade's End movie on Quotes.net A proper military communication.”

. I feel I should say something insightful about the books, but frankly I'm too drained (in a good way) to even Better for him if he had!” If you wanted something killed you'd go to Sylvia Tietjens in sure faith that she would kill it: emotion, hope, ideal; kill it quick and sure. At other times, they come whistling towards you in a thoughtful sort of way and then go crump and the screw cap flies off, hurtling through the air, screaming.

“The war had made a man of him! “What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.”

“He wouldn't write a letter because he couldn't without beginning it 'Dear Sylvia' and ending it 'Yours sincerely' or 'truly' or 'affectionately.' He had a mechanical, normal panic that made him divest himself of money. But joy radiated from his homespuns when you walked beside him.

Perhaps you didn't even think about how you felt.”

I can torment that man. “He thought he suddenly understood. “It's the quality of harmony, sir. .

“[Christopher:] You cannot conceive of the quantity of explosives the armies throw at each other for each man killed! Perfuming the air like Madonna lilies. The quality of being in harmony with you own soul. “Men, at any rate, never fulfilled expectations. between 1924 and 1928. Parade's End Quotes Showing 1-1 of 1 “[Christopher:] You cannot conceive of the quantity of explosives the armies throw at each other for each man killed! Welcome back.

Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. He ought to say: 'This is to tell you that I propose to live with you as soon as this show is over. But if she was wanted anywhere, there she'd be! “As Tietjens saw the world, you didn't "talk." “I Tietjens, który nie nienawidził nikogo, mając przed sobą prostolinijnego człowieka typu szkolnego kolegi, zaczął rozmyślać nad tym, jak to ludzkość traktowana jednostkowo była niemal zawsze sympatyczna, w swej masie zaś stawała się zjawiskiem ohydnym.”

The man honourable, clean, upright; the maid virtuous, clean, vigorous; he of good birth; she of birth quite as good; each filled with a too good breakfast that each could yet capably digest.

You can't finish talks at street corners; in museums; even in drawing-rooms. You will be prepared immediately on cessation of active hostilities to put yourself at my disposal; please.

― Ford Madox Ford, Parade's End. I can. I know how, you see. And I'll be bored stiff for the rest of my life. Not merely here.

Another kind which makes a noise like tearing calico, louder and louder.

“Oh, child,' the Father exclaimed, 'whether it's St Martha or that Mary that made the bitter choice, not one of them ever looked more virtuous than you. Why aren't ye born to be a good man's help-meet?” He haunts them at their golf.” Do you understand how I'll do it? “It was probably indecent to think of a corpse as impotent. “Christopher Tietjens is a sad sorry bastard who just refuses to get out of the way on the oncoming train of change.”

“Don’t be afraid to fail. My beloved is mine and I am his!” “...she had always known under her mind and now she confessed it: her agony had been, half of it, because one day he would say farewell to her, like that, with the inflexion of a verb.

Kill or cure! The shells make a continuous noise, sometimes like an enormous machine breaking apart. 101.

"When you're on top and you lead the parade, everyone's there throwing lilies and lilac water on your head.

But for a minute or two it wasn't really. In the years before the First World War, three The only

You had not been for ten minutes in any sort of intimacy with any man before you had said: “But I’ve read all this before…” You knew the opening, you were already bored by the middle, and, especially, you knew the end….”

“Chodź, napijemy się ginu. Tę wojnę będzie warto zobaczyć... Żadnego pijanego rzucania się do gardeł bandytów-imbecyli... That would be why his wife had taken up with the prize-fighter Red Evans Williams of Castell Goch.”

Gentlemen, as a matter of fact, don't do anything. “But always, at moments when his mind was like a blind octopus, squirming in an agony of knife-cuts, she would drop in that accusation.” The point is that you can't otherwise talk.

Parade’s End was originally published in four parts (Some Do Not.

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