Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.
CORMAC MCCARTHYRemember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
More Cormac McCarthy Quotes
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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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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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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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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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How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.
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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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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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Ever dumb thing I ever done in my life there was a decision I made before that got me into it. It was never the dumb thing. It was always some choice I’d made before it.
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Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.
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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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Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
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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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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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