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You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don’t love and don’t have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.

Carson McCullers

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The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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Desire Herat Hunter Loney Only
justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
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There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
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All we can do is go around telling the truth.
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All Around Can Do Tell Truth
The writer by nature of his profession is a dreamer and a conscious dreamer. He must imagine, and imagination takes humility, love and great courage. How can you create a character without live and the struggle that goes with love?
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Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just – when all along we knew it wasn’t.
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But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth?
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Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else.
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What are the sources of an illumination? To me, they come after hours of searching and keeping my soul ready. Yet they come in a flash, as a religious phenomenon.
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After Come Hour Illumination Keep Phenomena Ready Search Soul Source Yet
All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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All Belong Except Loneliness Me People Too
The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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Hew Must Phantom Rock Writer
We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart – the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.
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The world is certainty a sudden place.
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Don’t you loathe it when doctors use the word ‘we’ when it applies only and solely to yourself?
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Applies Doctor Loathe Solely Word Yourself
How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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Behind Dead Left Soul Truly
Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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