The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.
CORMAC MCCARTHYIt’s not about knowing who you are. It’s about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. or anybody’s. You dont start over. That’s what it’s about. Every step you take is forever. You can’t make it go away. None of it.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.
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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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Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
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Acts have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that the act is nothing, the witness all.
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They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
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When you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
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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.
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Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.
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You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
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The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
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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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What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
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How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.
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People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.
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Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
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