What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
JOHN STEINBECKAn unbelieved truth can hurt a man much more than a lie. It takes great courage to back truth unacceptable to our times. There’s a punishment for it, and it’s usually crucifixion.
More John Steinbeck Quotes
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A man on a horse is spiritually, as well as physically, bigger then a man on foot.
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You’re bound to get ideas if you go thinkin’ about stuff.
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I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.
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A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
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And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.
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Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat and victory.
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Perhaps the best conversationalist in the world is the man who helps others to talk.
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In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
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If a story is not about the hearer, he will not listen. And here I make a rule—a great and interesting story is about everyone or it will not last.
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Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.
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Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
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Don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens – The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
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Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.
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To finish is sadness to a writer — a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn’t really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.
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The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness.
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