I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.
CARSON MCCULLERS- And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
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And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.
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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen… Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
CARSON MCCULLERSWhen a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
CARSON MCCULLERSjustice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
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Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
CARSON MCCULLERSDoctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.
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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.
CARSON MCCULLERSThis 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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But 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 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.
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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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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.
CARSON MCCULLERSNothing 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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We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
CARSON MCCULLERSWe are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
CARSON MCCULLERSAs often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
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I’m not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul.
CARSON MCCULLERSI’m not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul.
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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.
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The writer must hew the phantom rock.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe writer must hew the phantom rock.
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