Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons–throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.
CARSON MCCULLERSIt was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
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I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?
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the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.
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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 Heart is a Lonely Hunter.
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It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.
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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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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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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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I have never gone to a doctor in my adult life, feeling instinctively that doctors meant either cutting or, just as bad, diet.
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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 was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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Next to music beer was best.
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The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.
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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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