Frank Yerby > Quotes

“Ill tell you the one that I think will: when a mans in love he wants to keep the one he loves- and cherish her. He wants to build a picket fence twixt them and the world. He doesn't want it temporary, a secret, hidden. He wants the world to know. The one he loves is somebody to him, not a thing to be taken, used and tossed aside. Hell, I'm not saying he shouldn't be interested in your pretty ankles and what a nice sway your bustles got. That's part of it too; but only a part. The rest of it is the long years ahead, the laughing together, and the crying, bringing up your kids, nodding together under the lamplight when your heads have turned white, and finally lying together forever in the long dark...”
― Frank Yerby, A Woman Called Fancy

“And oh, what a mercy it is that these women do not exercise their powers oftener! We can't resist them, if they do. Let them show ever so little inclination, and men go down on their knees at once-old or ugly, it is all the same. And this I set down as a positive truth. A woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may marry WHOM SHE LIKES. Only let us be thankful that the darlings are like the beasts of the field, and don't know their own power. They would overcome us entirely if they did.”
― Frank Yerby, A Woman Called Fancy

“When it was over, it was not really over, and that was the trouble.”
― Frank Yerby

“This man of god has great faith, he thought, and men have always praised that. I have no faith and that is accounted evil; but the world if it is ever saved will be saved by men of goodwill of much thought and of little faith...Faith stops thinking, and thought is the root of life without which we become beasts, faith is surrender and dependence and becoming children again, it is refusing the accept the unimaginable variety of truth and the unwillingness to permit another his variant. Faith stops progress and legitimizes murder...”
― Frank Yerby, The Saracen Blade

“«Ni siquiera podré dejarla—pensó amargamente—: no, no puedo. Excepto por la puerta de la muerte, soy incapaz de separarme de ella. Pero lo que exista entre nosotros de ahora en adelante será como un valioso jarrón roto al caer al suelo y que ha sido hábilmente reparado, rehecho. Pero, ¡Dios santo, qué aspecto tan lamentable tienen las grietas a la luz del día!”
― Frank Yerby