And in addition to this our country was founded on what should have been a great, true principle – the freedom, equality, and rights of each individual. Huh! And what has come of that start?
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 homesick most for the places we have never known.
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I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.
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The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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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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I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
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I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.
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How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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A 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.
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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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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.
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I meditated on love and reasoned it out. I realized what is wrong with us. Men fall in love for the first time. And what do they fall in love with? …They fall in love with a woman. They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax.
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The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding silently, and there are a thousand illuminations coming day by day as the work progresses.
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It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.
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In 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.
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