The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
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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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Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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Writing, for me, is a search for God.
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But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth?
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Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.
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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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The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.
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They are the we of me.
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The writer by nature of his profession is a dreamer and a conscious dreamer. He must imagine, and imagination takes humility, love and great courage. How can you create a character without live and the struggle that goes with love?
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A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
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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.
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She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
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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.
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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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