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.
CARSON MCCULLERSPeople, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.
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We live in the richest country in the world. There’s plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want.
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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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Can you wonder it is so miserable? Do you know how men should love? A tree. A rock. A cloud.
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We 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.
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There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
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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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How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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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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And in addition to this our country was founded on what should have been a great, true principle – the freedom, equality, and rights of each individual. Huh! And what has come of that start?
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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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To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.
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The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.
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The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.
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