The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.
WILLIAM FAULKNERGratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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No battle is ever won … victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed.
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But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation.
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A fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he’s already got. He’ll cling to trouble he’s used to before he’ll risk a change.
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So, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed.
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If a story is in you, it has to come out.
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She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
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The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends.
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The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement.
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The most important thing is insight, that is to be-curiosity-to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does, and if you have that, then I don’t think the talent makes much difference, whether you’ve got it or not.
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I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.
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The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him.
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