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.
CARSON MCCULLERSI live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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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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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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This 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.
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the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.
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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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And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
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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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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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All we can do is go around telling the truth.
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The writer must hew the phantom rock.
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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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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
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Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. The lover responds in a new way to nature and may even write poetry.
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The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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