The things I believed in dont exist any more. It’s foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn’t know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren’t.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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All the time you spend tryin to get back what’s been took from you there’s more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.
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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.
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You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That’s heaven. That’s gold, and anything else is just a waste of time.
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You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
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By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
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But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse.
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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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Ever step you take is forever.
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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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Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
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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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When you die it’s the same as if everybody else did too.
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And perhaps beyond those shrouded swells another man did walk with another child on the dead gray sands. Slept but a sea apart on another beach among the bitter ashes of the world or stood in their rags lost to the same indifferent sun.
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