I see a green tree. And to me it is green. And you would call the tree green also. And we would agree on this. But is the colour you see as green the same colour I see as green?
CARSON MCCULLERSThe trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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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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Wherever you look there’s meanness and corruption. This room, this bottle of grape wine, these fruits in the basket, are all products of profit and loss.
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I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
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I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
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To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.
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I got to wear blinders all the time so I won’t think sideways or in the past.
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The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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For 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.
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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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The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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The 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.
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