The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
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.
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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Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.
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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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And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.
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Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
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After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.
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Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.
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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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The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
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You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
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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.
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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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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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It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright.
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