39 Quotes by Luke Davies

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I’m not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

In the presence of their love I sensed my lonliness, and I understood for a moment, clearly, that deep and basic human desire for companionship at depth.

Drought brings out the worst in us and it’s easy to hate your fellow human beings.

I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and not as some vague confirmation of future directions; since the only certain fact, aside from death, is the flimsiness of everything.

What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth.

From time to time it has struck me that as a writer, I’ve somehow managed to live my life as I had long ago dreamt of doing, based on the Tintin paradigm: on my toes, travelling, senses attentuated, everything just adventure and exploration, curiosity and problem-solving.

Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.