The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThe wind sounded of Mother Earth’s forsaken and abandoned cries.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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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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But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse.
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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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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.
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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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Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.
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If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.
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I think by the time you’re grown you’re as happy as you’re goin to be. You’ll have good times and bad times, but in the end you’ll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I’ve knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.
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You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
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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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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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What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
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If only my heart were stone.
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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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