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.
CORMAC MCCARTHYThere is no later. This is later.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
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And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.
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Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
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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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There is no later. This is later.
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I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.
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If there’s one thing on this planet you don’t look like it’s a bunch of good luck walkin around.
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There’s a difference between quittin and knowin when you’re beat.
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I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn’t. I don’t blame him. If I was him I’d have the same opinion about me that he does.
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The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
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What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
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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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Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.
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