But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
CARSON MCCULLERSBut the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes.
CARSON MCCULLERSThrough the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
CARSON MCCULLERSThis music was her-the real plain her…This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe 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.
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 MCCULLERSThe memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe 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 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 MCCULLERSI live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
CARSON MCCULLERSWe wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart – the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.
CARSON MCCULLERSWe live in the richest country in the world. There’s plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want.
CARSON MCCULLERSI am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
CARSON MCCULLERSI´m a stranger in a strange land.
CARSON MCCULLERSDay 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.
CARSON MCCULLERS