“Dear little house that I have lived in, there is happiness you have seen, even before I was born. In you is my life, and all the people I have loved are a part of you, so to go out of you, and leave you, is to leave myself.”
Richard Llewellyn“Women have their own braveries, their own mighty courageousness that is of woman, and not to be compared with the courage shown by man.”
Richard Llewellyn“It is strange how you shall hate a man, and yet pity him from the depths.”
Richard Llewellyn“It is simple. Men lose their birthrights for a mess of pottage only if they stop using the gifts given them by God for their betterment. By prayer. That is the first and greatest gift. use the gift of prayer. Ask for strength of mind, and a clear vision. Then sense. Use your sense. Not all of us are born for greatness, but all of us have sense. Make use of it. Think. Think long and well. By prayer and good thought you will conquer all enemies....Behold, the night is coming. Prepare, for the time is at hand.”
Richard Llewellyn“The rights of man are poor things beside the eyes of hungry children. Their hurts are keener than the soreness of injustice.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley“...[I]t is pain to think of innocence in ruin.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley“Before you are much older...you will have policemen here to stay. A magistrate will be next. Then perhaps even a jail. And the counterparts of those things are hunger and want, and misery and idleness. The night is coming. Watch and pray.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley“Let all things be done in order, with right and decency. Those things are worth a man's life or two. Life without would be a hell, indeed.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley“I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley“The beauty and music...It is a call...And some are not strong.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley“But I was born in the image of God, a man, a creator, with power of life and death, a father, blessed with the gift of the seed of Adam, a sower of seed, to bring forth generations of new life.This I was, and envying a kettle.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley