Quotes From "The Power And The Glory" By Graham Greene

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How often the priest had heard the same confession-- Man was so limited: he hadn't even the ingenuity to invent a new vice: the animals knew as much. It was for this world that Christ had died: the more evil you saw and heard about you, the greater the glory lay around the death; it was too easy to die for what was good or beautiful, for home or children or civilization--it needed a God to die for the half-hearted and the corrupt. Graham Greene
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Oh, ' the priest said, 'that's another thing altogether - God is love. I don't say the heart doesn't feel a taste of it, but what a taste. The smallest glass of love mixed with a pint pot of ditch-water. We wouldn't recognize that love. It might even look like hate. It would be enough to scare us - God's love. It set fire to a bush in the desert, didn't it, and smashed open graves and set the dead walking in the dark. Oh, a man like me would run a mile to get away if he felt that love around. Graham Greene
You are all alike, you people. You never learn the...
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You are all alike, you people. You never learn the truth--that God knows nothing. Graham Greene
Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could...
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Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair. Graham Greene
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Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory--or for ever. Graham Greene
Nothing in life was as ugly as death.
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Nothing in life was as ugly as death. Graham Greene
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The woman had gone down on her knees and was shuffling slowly across the cruel ground towards the group of crosses: the dead baby rocked on her back. When she reached the tallest cross she unhooked the child and held the face against the wood and afterwards the loins: then she crossed herself, not as ordinary Catholics do, but in a curious and complicated pattern which included the nose and ears. Did she expect a miracle? And if she did, why should it not be granted her? the priest wondered. Faith, one was told, could move mountains, and here was faith--faith in the spittle that healed the blind man and the voice that raised the dead. The evening star was out: it hung low down over the edge of the plateau: it looked as if it was within reach: and a small hot wind stirred. The priest found himself watching the child for some movement. When none came, it was as if God had missed an opportunity. The woman sat down, and taking a lump of sugar from her bundle, began to eat, and the child lay quiet at the foot of the cross. Why, after all, should we expect God to punish the innocent with more life? . Graham Greene
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There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in... We should be thankful we cannot see the horrors and degradations lying around our childhood, in cupboards and bookshelves, everywhere. Graham Greene
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But I'm a bad priest, you see. I know--from experience--how much beauty Satan carried down with him when he fell. Nobody ever said the fallen angels were the ugly ones. Oh, no, they were just as quick and light and .. . Graham Greene
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Hate is a lack of imagination. Graham Greene
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When you visualized a man or a woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity .. . that was a quality God's image carried with it .. . when you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination. Graham Greene
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When you visualized a man or woman carefully, you could always begin to feel pity — that was a quality God’s image carried with it. When you saw the lines at the corners of the eyes, the shape of the mouth, how the hair grew, it was impossible to hate. Hate was just a failure of imagination. Graham Greene
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He wasn't a patient. I expect someone cured him. You cure a lot of people in this country, don't you, with bullets? Graham Greene