Quote

I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.

Pat Conroy

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Pat Conroy
Age: 70 †
Born: 1945
Born: October 26
Died: 2016
Died: March 4
Author
Basketball Player
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Atlanta
Georgia
Patrick Conroy
Donald Patrick Conroy
Stills
Pitied
Still
Tides
Real
Lived
Would
Terrible
Men
Already
Life
Waiting
Start
Knowledge

More quotes by Pat Conroy

Image
I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
Pat Conroy
Image
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
Pat Conroy
Image
... the wing of a fly is proof enough of the existence of God for me.
Pat Conroy
Image
Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
Pat Conroy
Image
My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
Pat Conroy
Image
She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.
Pat Conroy
Image
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
Pat Conroy
Image
I realized early that unless you're willing to kill the innocent, you can't win.
Pat Conroy
Image
There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory.
Pat Conroy
Image
Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.
Pat Conroy
Image
Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.
Pat Conroy
Image
Reading is the most rewarding form of exile and the most necessary discipline for novelists who burn with the ambition to get better.
Pat Conroy
Image
I still write in long hand. I type like a chimpanzee.
Pat Conroy
Image
I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.
Pat Conroy
Image
I never read my reviews... not even the good ones. Barbra Streisand once told me, if just one person in the audience doesn't applaud, it bothers her. I'm the same way. I'd be devastated to read that someone didn't like my work.
Pat Conroy
Image
Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
Pat Conroy
Image
I wrote to explain my own life to myself, stories are the vessels I use to interpret the world to myself.
Pat Conroy
Image
It is an art form to hate New York City properly. So far I have always been a featherweight debunker of New York it takes too much energy and endurance to record the infinite number of ways the city offends me.
Pat Conroy
Image
Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.
Pat Conroy
Image
We children sat transfixed before that moon our mother had called forth from the waters. When the moon had reached its deepest silver, my sister, Savannah, though only three, cried aloud to our mother, to Luke and me, to the river and the moon, Oh, Mama, do it again! And I had my earliest memory.
Pat Conroy