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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERYou don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.
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He must train himself in ruthless intolerance-that is to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph.
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The salvation of the world is in man’s suffering.
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There are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less.
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The problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat
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The next time you try to seduce anyone, don’t do it with talk, with words.
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Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. There is no mechanical way to get the writing done, no shortcut.
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It’s a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can’t eat for eight hours; he can’t drink for eight hours; he can’t make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.
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Unless you’re ashamed of yourself now and then, you’re not honest
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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Civilization begins with distillation
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She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
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I believe man will not merely endure, he will prevail…because he has a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
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The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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