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.
CARSON MCCULLERSMaybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
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As often as not, 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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I want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
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And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
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I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons–throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.
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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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I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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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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You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
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It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
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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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A seed grows in writing as in nature. The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
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