Sometimes 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.
CARSON MCCULLERSThe heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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It 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.
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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 writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.
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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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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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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.
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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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Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
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The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.
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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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You don’t know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.
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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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His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
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