Not all dying words are true and this blessing is no less real for being shorn of its ground.
--Cormac McCarthy, The Road
--Cormac McCarthy, The Road
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If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?
--Cormac McCarthy, No Country For Old Men Whatever voice spoke him was no demon but some old shed self that came yet from time to time in the name of sanity. a hand to gentle him back from the rim of his disastrous wrath.
--Cormac McCarthy, Child Of God You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.
--Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, Or The Evening Redness In The West You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.
--Cormac McCarthy, No Country For Old Men A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's destiny is as large as the world he inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well. The desert upon which so many have been broken is vast and calls for largeness of heart but it is also ultimately empty. It is hard, it is barren. Its very nature is stone.
--Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, Or The Evening Redness In The West Hard people make hard times. I've seen the meanness of humans till I don't know why god ain't put out the sun and gone away.
--Cormac McCarthy, Outer Dark Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
--Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.
--Rainer Maria Rilke They weren't penitent over what they'd attempted; their sorrow reached to the limits of their bodies and no further, all their anguish was in their skin. --Ron Hansen, The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water. --Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex And remember this: take the hard road, not the easy one. The road that leads to life is a hard one, and it passes through a narrow gate, but the road to destruction is easy, and the gate is broad. Plenty take the easy road; few take the hard one. Your job is to find the hard one, and go by that. --Philip Pullman, The Good Man Jesus And The Scoundrel Christ I don't know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful, it will make little difference whether she lives at all. --Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses Father Haynes: He is in God's hands, now. Mrs. O'Brien: He was in God's hands the whole time. Wasn't he? "Tree Of Life" 2011 |
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