Quotes by Laurie Lee

About Laurie Lee:

Laurence Edward Alan was an English poet, novelist and screenwriter, who was brought up in the village of Slad and went to the Central Boys' School, Stroud, Gloucestershire. His most famous work was an autobiographical trilogy which consisted of Cider with Rosie (1959), As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning (1969) and A Moment of War (1991). The first volume recounts his childhood in the Slad Valley. The second deals with his leaving home for London and his first visit to Spain in 1935, and the third with his return to Spain in December 1937 to join the Republican International Brigades.
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Me dad planted that tree,’ she said absently, pointing out through the old cracked window. The great beech filled at least half the sky and shook shadows all over the house. Its roots clutched the slope like a giant hand, holding the hill in place....

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Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

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Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.

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She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

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She was too honest, too natural for this frightened man; too remote from his tidy laws. She was, after all, a country girl; disordered, hysterical, loving. She was muddled and mischievous as a chimney-jackdaw, she made her nest of rags and jewels, wa...

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The prospect Smiler was a manic farmer. Few men I think can have been as unfortunate as he; for on the one hand he was a melancholic with a loathing for mankind, on the other, some paralysis had twisted his mouth into a permanent and radiant smile. S...

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It came out sparkling like liquid sky.

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All civilizations at some time have fallen into this total terror, when the mystery of life was a kind of panic only to be assuaged by the spilling of blood.

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At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are where you belong at last, and of exchanging through the eyes that all-consuming regard which ignores everybody else on earth.

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God's codpiece, you're very kind

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It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me.

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I wanted to communicate what I had seen, so that others could see it.

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We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three.

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I don't know what idiocies drove me in those days, but they were naive, innocent idiocies in many ways.

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I expected to be shot at any moment and if they had done I would have understood, that they couldn't take risks with someone foolhardy or so unpredictable.

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That last winter was a tragic story and I got no personal honour out of it but I was a witness to it.

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I have been sitting watching that ever since I came back, the continuous variations of light and shadow.

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But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we shared.

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What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry.

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Author Bio

  • NameLaurie Lee
  • DescriptionBritish writer
  • BornJune 26, 1914
  • DiedMay 13, 1997
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionScreenwriter; Poet; Autobiographer
  • AwardsMember Of The Order Of The British Empire