Alan Paton
Alan Paton
Alan Stewart Patonwas a South African author and anti-apartheid activist...
NationalitySouth African
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 January 1903
broken tragedy cry-the-beloved-country
The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.
goes-on cry-the-beloved-country destroying
It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.
eye cry-the-beloved-country
Happy the eyes that can close
pain kindness suffering
Pain and suffering, they are a secret. Kindness and love, they are a secret. But I have learned that kindness and love can pay for pain and suffering.
country children hate
There is not much talking now. A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk of hedges and fields, or the beauties of any country. Sadness and fear and hate, how they well up in the heart and mind, whenever one opens pages of these messengers of doom. Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and the custom that is gone. Aye, and cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman and children bereaved. Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end. The sun pours down on the earth, on the lovely land that man cannot enjoy. He knows only the fear of his heart.
voice done helping
There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that.
beautiful fighting land
When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, Where are your wounds? and if I say I haven’t any, he will say, Was there nothing to fight for? I couldn’t face that question. (Ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)
home sleep past
There is a man sleeping in the grass. And over him is gathering the greatest storm of all his days. Such lightening and thunder will come there has never been seen before, bringing death and destruction. People hurry home past him, to places safe from danger. And whether they do not see him there in the grass, or whether they fear to halt even a moment, but they do not wake him, they let him be.
men hands cry-the-beloved-country
I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.
fool cry-the-beloved-country quiet
Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
cry-the-beloved-country beloved-country one-thing
There is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love.
forgiving
Forgive us all, for we all have trespasses.
touched
Something deep is touched here, something that is good and deep.
taught expect-nothing endeavor
Life has not taught me to expect nothing, but she has taught me not to expect success to be the inevitable result of my endeavors. She taught me to seek sustenance from the endeavor itself, but to leave the result to God.