All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
CARSON MCCULLERSThere’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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Don’t you loathe it when doctors use the word ‘we’ when it applies only and solely to yourself?
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We no longer fear the age-old haunting questions: “Who am I?” “Why am I?” “Where am I going?” – and having cast out fear, we can be honest and charitable.
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Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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To 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!
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Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It’s standing in love that matters.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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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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The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.
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Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.
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His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
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Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.
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This fear is one of the horrors of an author’s life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will start the chain of creation?
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The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
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The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light.
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