But you haven’t never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied.
CARSON MCCULLERSBut you haven’t never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person.
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The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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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.
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A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
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Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
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We live in the richest country in the world. There’s plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want.
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Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
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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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I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
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The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
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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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To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.
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Sometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.
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