It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.
CORMAC MCCARTHYLong before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I’d always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
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I’ve seen the meanness of humans till I don’t know why God ain’t put out the sun and gone away.
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One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.
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You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
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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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Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
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The wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.
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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.
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There is for a man two things in life that are very important, head and shoulders above everything else. Find work you like, and find someone to live with you like. Very few people get both.
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Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I’d always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
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The trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
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Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
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What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
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He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.
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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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