The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
CARSON MCCULLERSWhen a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
CARSON MCCULLERSSoutherners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just – when all along we knew it wasn’t.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
CARSON MCCULLERSJesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
CARSON MCCULLERSA most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
CARSON MCCULLERSLove is the bridge that leads from the I sense to the We, and there is a paradox about personal love.
CARSON MCCULLERSI want – I want – I want – was all that she could think about – but just what this real want was she did not know.
CARSON MCCULLERSOwing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
CARSON MCCULLERSBeing human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things.
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 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.
CARSON MCCULLERSCan you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
CARSON MCCULLERSHis own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light.
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