The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding silently, and there are a thousand illuminations coming day by day as the work progresses.
CARSON MCCULLERSFor fear is a primary source of evil. And when the question “Who am I?” recurs and is unanswered, then fear and frustration project a negative attitude.
More Carson McCullers Quotes
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I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
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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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Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.
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There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
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The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
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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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How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
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I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
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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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The writer is by nature a dreamer – a conscious dreamer.
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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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There are corporations worth billions of dollars – and hundreds of thousands of people who don’t get to eat.
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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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To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!
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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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