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.
CARSON MCCULLERSSometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire!
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Being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things.
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When a person knows and can’t make the others understand, what does he do?
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The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
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The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light.
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Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
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But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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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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All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.
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Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else.
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Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.
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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.
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Love is the main generator of all good writing… Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
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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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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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