The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
CARSON MCCULLERSI was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
CARSON MCCULLERSLove is affirmation; it motivates the yes responses and the sense of wider communication. Love casts out fear, and in the security of this togetherness we find contentment, courage.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
CARSON MCCULLERSLove is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.
CARSON MCCULLERSYou don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
CARSON MCCULLERSOnce you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
CARSON MCCULLERSFor in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who – one word- love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him, he felt a warning, a shaft of terror.
CARSON MCCULLERSIt was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
CARSON MCCULLERSMaybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
CARSON MCCULLERSTo find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!
CARSON MCCULLERSBut the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
CARSON MCCULLERSIn his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
CARSON MCCULLERSI live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
CARSON MCCULLERS