Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Brendan Behan

Quote by Brendan Behan

“But the hair style didn’t frighten me, for he was long enough out of Sherwood for it to have grown again, and he must be keeping it that way, to scare people; which it did, but not this citizen.”

Quote by Brendan Behan

Work

Borstal Boy

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Brendan Behan
Brendan Behan

Irish poet known for his unique humor and satirical style. His works often reflect the social and political realities of Ireland, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

You May Also Like

“Sometimes when I meet old friends, it reminds me how quickly time passes. And it makes me wonder if we've utilized our time properly or not. Proper utilization of time is so important. While we have this body, and especially this amazing human brain, I think every minute is something precious. Our day-to-day existence is very much alive with hope, although there is no guarantee of our future. There is no guarantee that tomorrow at this time we will be here. But we are working for that purely on the basis of hope. So, we need to make the best use of our time. I believe that the proper utilization of time is this: if you can, serve other people, other sentient beings. If not, at least refrain from harming them. I think that is the whole basis of my philosophy. So, let us reflect what is truly of value in life, what gives meaning to our lives, and set our priorities on the basis of that. The purpose of our life needs to be positive. We weren't born with the purpose of causing trouble, harming others. For our life to be of value, I think we must develop basic good human qualities—warmth, kindness, compassion. Then our life becomes meaningful and more peaceful—happier.”

“Charlie put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. ‘You’re a rum bastard, Paddy.’ ‘Them,’ said I, ‘are the truest words you ever said.’ We walked over some more sand heaps and, at last, 538 Jones stood on the top, looking down at the sea, as if he’d made it himself. We stood beside him and looked down at the sun on the water. ‘Me life on you, Jonesy,’ said I. ‘You’re like Stout Cortez when with eagle eyes, he stared at the Pacific—and all his men looked at each other with a wild surmise, silent, upon a peak in Darien. By Jasus, this equals any fughing Darien.”