Despite experiencing a traumatic childhood, some people overcome the bad memories of their life and take it as a source of inspiration to perform better in life. Pat Conroy, born as Donald Patrick Conroy was one such personality and inspired us with his writing. He was a renowned American author and wrote 14 novels and memoirs that were heavily inspired by his brutal childhood. He experienced difficulties with his own father, who was a sadistic fighter plane pilot. His father hit his mother and mercilessly abused Pat and his siblings to inculcate discipline. After completing his graduation from The Military College of South Carolina, he worked as a teacher in Beaufort. Conroy refused to inflict corporeal punishment on young students. Consequently, he was fired but this didn't deter his motto. He raised his voice against physical torture through his books-- the Price of Tides, The Lords of Discipline, the Great Santini and his memoir My Losing Season. Though he's criticized for being long-winded and purplish but his fans are moved by his naked emotionalism and inspiring ideas projected in his book. He was perhaps the most recognized figure of 20th century Southern Literature. His work was revived on the silver screen through Donna Musil's award-winning documentary Brats: Our Journey Home. Even though the writer is gone, we remember him through his quotes that will continue to inspire and move all of us. We have excerpted Pat Conroy's most popular quotes from his famous books and writings. A collection of Pat Conroy quotes just for you!
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.
These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.
Anyone who knows me well must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a catastrophe.
She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
