Aj Cronin Quotes

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, but only saps today of its strength.

Hell is that state where one has ceased to hope.

You are very attractive. And your greatest charm is that you do not realise it!

Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages, through which we must seek our way, lost and confused, now and again checked in a blind alley. But always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of, but one that will ultimately prove good for us

Even if my country remains in war with yours. . .remember. . . i am not your enemy.

Some temptations cannot be fought. One must close one's mind and fly from them

Religions are many, reason is one, we are all brothers.

I always stumble awkwardly with my clumsy tongue.

Если не давать воли своим чувствам, то можно убить всё, что заложено внутри.

If we go on trying to make out that everything’s wrong outside the profession and everything is right within, it means the death of scientific progress.

Luck is a state without the reason. Explore it and it will disappear.

You'll never make a leopard change his freckles.

You and I are birds that don't fly together.

A tragedy can make some people sober, but for him, it drives in the opposite direction

Don't overwork yourself,doctor. Sometimes a man must pay a tribute even to his senses

A goodness of a religion is best valued by a goodness of it's followers

...mercy and tolerance-with these two virtues,how wonderful Your land would have been!

...the poor is the one who can never look forward.

A wise man enjoys in what little he has,while a fool asks for more

Fitzgerald is like the curate’s egg, good, very good, in parts, but the rest of it …

God has given me the tongue,senor. Are you forbidding me to use it?

Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages, through which we must seek our way, lost and confused, now and again checked in a blind alley. But always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of, but one that will ultimately prove good for us.” A.J. Cronin

Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages, through which we must seek our way, lost and confused, now and again checked in a blind alley.   But always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of, but one that will ultimately prove good for us.”   A.J. Cronin

Christ preached everlasting love. He preached the brotherhood of man. He did not climb the mountain and shout, ‘Kill! Kill! Go forth in hatred and plunge a bayonet into thy brother’s belly!’ It isn’t his voice that resounds in the churches and high cathedrals of Christendom today—but the voice of timeservers and cowards.

Surely, sir, creed is such an accident of birth God can’t set an exclusive value on it.

tomato-coloured macaroni, a chicken pie, a galantine of tongue, olives,

Cuando un médico gana cinco mil al año, no es honesto. Y ¿por qué…, por qué debe un hombre hacer dinero a costa de la humanidad doliente?

No te avergüences de ser pobre. Olvida lo del dinero, la posición social y todo lo demás, y aprende a juzgar a la gente por lo que realmente es.

With his bragging is just like with the meat of salmon: if you eat him by a bit - it pleases; but, if it's served you constantly, then it, really, get's you tired of it.

The first long cool draught was mellowing.

Half an hour ago I was itching to knock his block off.

It’s rather early, but would it bore you if we first-named each other?

I have a perfectly horrible name. I was called Alexander as a vain propitiation, quite useless, to my grandfather.

-Well,if nothing else, no news are good news. Only when... -...something would happen

Go, and the world goes with you. Sit, and you sit alone

Se voglio quattrini, è solo un mezzo ad un fine. La gente ti giudica non da quello che sei, ma da quello che hai. Se hai niente, ti dà ordini.

...before the sunset shines,the man must rigorously seek paths, like a labyrinth, or tirelessly push boulder atop,like Sisyphus.

Ancient Greeks never haven't offered something good to the Trojans,that they didn't want part of it for themselves

To live like this, spartan lives, nobly and cheerfully, is truly saintly.

This was the same unreal, unworldly, inexplicably presanctified feeling, magnified, of course, but in essence identical.

Now I no longer felt like little David, but like one of the bottles he had half washed out.

His one little indulgence in a life of stark austerity had killed him.

I couldn’t believe anyone could go on clowning like that, practically on the eve of giving himself to Our Lord.

A good horse doesn't need spurs.

You have the courage of a lion, strength like a bull and the pride like a devil

A friend in need is a true friend.

He who doesn't look forward, falls behind.

Gentlemen act how they should, the rest have to.

There are many religions, reason is one, we are all brothers

An adder, which feeds within the chests, shall one day bite those chests.

...don't forget that a chicken cannot teach the hen.

A man must think about battles, which he conquers alone, as well as the invisible victories. Instead, he thinks only about visible defeats.

The Colosseum is quite a spectacle. But only by moonlight, and for half an hour. Who wants to look at a blasted ruin all the time?

green tramcar – one of the sedate and splendid vehicles which, in those days, bore the citizens of Glasgow immense distances for a single penny.

He wouldn't sell a sparrow from his arm,if his pigeon isn't safe

So long as people are comfortable themselves, with plenty to eat and drink, spending money in their pockets and a roof over their heads, they don’t care a damn about right and wrong.

Todos conocemos el poder de la prensa... para bien o para mal. Es incalculable. Puede hacer o destruir a un individuo, crear o derrocar un gobierno: hasta podría, Dios nos libre de ello, provocar una guerra. La desgracia de nuestro país, actualmente, es la aplicación de ese poder, sin limitación ni responsabilidad, a fines indignos por ciertos periódicos de enorme circulación nacional y ello puede ser la ruina de Inglaterra.

What manner of house was this? he asked himself, and what manner of people? The mother, the son, yes, even that poor child Mary, all were terrified of the one omnipotent being, the master of the house, this outrageous Brodie.

The best laid schemes o’ mice and men often go astray.   Robert Burns 1759 -1796         “Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages, through which we must seek our way, lost and confused, now and again checked in a blind alley.   But always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of, but one that will ultimately prove good for us.”   A.J. Cronin Parts of All of Us The Simple and The Complex   The four imaginary characters depicted in this story— the mice: “Sniff” and “Scurry,” and the Littlepeople: “Hem” and “Haw”— are intended to represent the simple and the complex parts of ourselves, regardless of our age, gender, race or nationality.   Sometimes we may act like Sniff Who sniffs out change

Nada de dinero, de malditos billetes, de cuota por cabeza, de lucha por el oro. Pago en bondad. Me comprendes, ¿no? Uno cura a su paciente, y él le envía algo que ha hecho, ha producido. Carbón, si quieres, un saco de patatas de su huerto, huevos…, si tiene gallinas. Entonces alcanzaríamos el ideal ético.

wanted to find someone with whom I could discuss books and music; who would respond eagerly with his own views when I tried to articulate the new ideas towards which I was reaching out fumblingly. But whenever I brought up such subjects, I felt myself suspect of showing off, and quickly relapsed into silence.

The face was that of a madonna but the hands, red, conspicuous, coarse-grained, and slightly swollen, were the hands of a servant; and if it was suffering which had sublimated the face to a more exquisite beauty, the hands spoke eloquently of bitter toil that had blemished them into this pathetic, contrasting ugliness.

Hugo Usher seemed lacking in inspiration of creative force, unprepared to make the sacrifice of blood and tears demanded by research, an opportunist who had achieved his position through a facility for tabulating statistics, but more especially through push, well-timed publicity, and a remarkable capacity for picking other people’s brains.

The three-twenty train from Glasgow to Ardfillan, the first half of the journey accomplished successfully, had left Overton behind, and traversing the low, dripping, smoke-filled arches of Kilmaheu Tunnel, emerged into the breezy March afternoon with a short, triumphant whistle, that sent a streamer of steam swirling behind the engine like a pennant, and presently began to coast gently down the slight incline of the track, which marked the approach to Levenford Station.

-Ai perfectă dreptate. Spun prostii şi nu ştiu să exprim ceea ce simt. Nu prea sunt deşteaptă., - adăugă ea şi oftă. Dar soarele ăsta face ca totul să-mi pară atât de frumos. Mai vrei un ceai? E marca Twinings. Simţi în el aroma de portocal? -Nu, nu simt. -Te-ai simţit vreodată fericit? - întrebă ea visătoare. Fără să ştii de ce? Pur şi simplu aşa, fără niciun motiv? -De fapt nici nu există vreun motiv. Fericirea este o stare iraţională. Dacă încerci s-o analizezi dispare.

Enforced military service is a monstrous institution - the greatest evil of our time. Why should men be forced into uniform in order that they may kill each other? In the days of chivalry the knights engaged in battle of their own free will. I was a sport to them - and they were good for nothing else. No one ever dreamed of bolting up a poet or a philosopher in armour and sending him to the battlefield. Even the peasants were exempt. But now we must all be made expert in the methods of slaughtering our fellow creatures.

Send the bill to me, Tom,” he declared eloquently. “Expense is no object!” Later, Tom did send the bill: he sent the bill a great many times.

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, but only saps today of its strength.” - A.J. Cronin