You fix what you can fix and you let the rest go. If there ain’t nothin to be done about it it aint even a problem. It’s just a aggravation.
CORMAC MCCARTHYProbably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.
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The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn’t know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren’t.
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Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
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What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
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How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.
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There is no later. This is later.
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Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That’s right. Others come in to govern for them.
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When you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
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He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.
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I got what I needed instead of what I wanted and that’s just about the best kind of luck you can have.
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Ever step you take is forever.
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There’s a difference between quittin and knowin when you’re beat.
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If you think about some of the things that are being talked about by thoughtful, intelligent scientists, you realize that in 100 years the human race won’t even be recognizable.
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If only my heart were stone.
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The wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.
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