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The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

Cormac McCarthy

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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Dreams Himself Night Return Wake Up World
There is no God and we are his prophets.
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Atheist God One Liner Puppet Toy
How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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Abandonment Decision Life Man Order
The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.
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Dreams Harsh Reality Rude Selection World
You have to carry the fire.” I don’t know how to.” Yes, you do.” Is the fire real? The fire?” Yes it is.” Where is it? I don’t know where it is.” Yes you do. It’s inside you. It always was there. I can see it.
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Carry Fire Inspirational Motivational Reality See Yourself
It is personal. That’s what an education does. It makes the world personal.
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Education Personal World
We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn’t fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.
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Journey Possible Reality Thinking Time Victim Way World
If only my heart were stone.
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Dreams Heart Myself One Liner Stone
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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Joy Road Vehicle
If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.
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Expectation Thinking Trouble
Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.
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Man Vulnerable World
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
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Ourselves Past Power Reality Scars Strange
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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Beyond Bitter Carry Curse Death Live Memories Remember
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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Deep Empty God Goodness Heart Life Reality Stand Start Truth Young
Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
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Hairs Lonely Morning Remember Savage Sleep Storm
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
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Count Life Morning Thinking Wake Up Yourself

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