It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t 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.
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If there’s one thing on this planet you don’t look like it’s a bunch of good luck walkin around.
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He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.
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Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.
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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn’t know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren’t.
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Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
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Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
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Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That’s right. Others come in to govern for them.
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He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
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One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.
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How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
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And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.
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The wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.
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