If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.
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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Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
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He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
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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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How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?
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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.
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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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Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
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He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.
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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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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road there to.
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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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Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.
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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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I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.
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By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
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