I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands/and wrote my will across the sky in stars
T. E. LawrenceWe had been hopelessly labouring to plough waste lands; to make nationality grow in a place full of the certainty of God… Among the tribes our creed could be only like the desert grass – a beautiful swift seeming of spring; which, after a day’s heat, fell dusty.
T. E. LawrenceI had dropped one form and not taken on the other, and was become like Mohammed's coffin in our legend, with a resultant feeling of intense loneliness in life, and a contempt, not for other men, but for all they do.
T. E. LawrenceThe beginning and ending of the secret of handling Arabs is unremitting study of them.
T. E. Lawrence