What did Alan Bennett mean by: If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging. - Alan Bennett Playwright · England Copy
+ Of course my standards are out of date! That’s why they’re called standards. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alan Bennett, Courses, 0 - Alan Bennett Playwright · England
+ Reading is untidy, discursive and perpetually inviting. Feraz Zeid, June 24, 2023December 12, 2023, Alan Bennett, Reading, 0 - Alan Bennett Playwright · England
+ I write plays about things that I can’t resolve in my mind. I try to root things out. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alan Bennett, Roots, Writing, 0 - Alan Bennett Playwright · England
+ Life is rather like a tin of sardines – we’re all of us looking for the key. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alan Bennett, Moving Forward, 0 - Alan Bennett Playwright · England
+ I lack what the English call character, by which they mean the power to refrain. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alan Bennett, Character, Refrain, 0 - Alan Bennett Playwright · England
+ Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now? Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alan Bennett, Children, Grass, 0 - Alan Bennett Playwright · England
+ At eighty things do not occur; they recur. Feraz Zeid, September 18, 2023December 24, 2023, Alan Bennett, 0 - Alan Bennett Playwright · England
+ Books are not about passing the time. They’re about other lives. Other worlds. Feraz Zeid, January 5, 2024January 7, 2024, Alan Bennett, Book, Passing, 0 - Alan Bennett Playwright · England
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet. - Jeremy Bentham Philosopher · England
