It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right.
CARSON MCCULLERSA writer soon discovers he has no single identity but lives the lives of all the people he creates and his weathers are independent of the actual day around him.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister.
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All we can do is go around telling the truth.
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The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright.
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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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Love is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love.
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The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
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The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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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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After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.
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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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Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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