I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.
WILLIAM FAULKNERTeach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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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Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain’t got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
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I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem with decency and self-respect and whatever courage is demanded, is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from.
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If a story is in you, it has to come out.
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Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.
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The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
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I’d have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone.
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Wonder. Go on and wonder.
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
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The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.
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The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
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Fear is the most damnable, damaging thing to human personality in the whole world.
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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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Try to be better than yourself.
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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.
WILLIAM FAULKNER