Christopher Fry

Christopher Fry
Christopher Frywas an English poet and playwright. He is best known for his verse dramas, notably The Lady's Not for Burning, which made him a major force in theatre in the 1940s and 1950s...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth18 December 1907
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bursts cross double head open run
Run on, keep your head down, cross at the double / The bursts of open day between the nights.
earth full half heaven himself language man poet poetry prose says speaks though twice virtue
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time. It has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.
writing artist zest
An artist's sensitivity to criticism is, at least in part, an effort to keep unimpaired the zest, or confidence, or arrogance, which he needs to make creation possible; or an instinct to climb through his problems in his own way as he should, and must.
halos virtue clean
What, after all,is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.
heart causes lost
I know your cause is lost, but in the heart / Of all right causes is a cause that cannot lose.
real mysterious-things hands
Life itself is the real and most miraculous miracle of all. If one had never before seen a human hand and were suddenly presented for the first time with this strange and wonderful thing, what a miracle, what a magnificently shocking and inexplicable and mysterious thing it would be.
world permit fulfillment
Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.
home looks lost
The best Thing we can do is to make wherever we're lost in Look as much like home as we can.
moon birth-rate aphrodisiac
The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate
wings understanding may
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing
world persuasion
We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.
differences victory defeat
Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?
school lines fields
The lines marking a penalty area are a disgrace to the playing fields of a public school.
morning memories sleep
If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.