Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
WILLIAM FAULKNERYou could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don’t know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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The ideal woman which is in every man’s mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand.
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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 takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That’s how the world is going to end.
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War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
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A man. All men. He will pass up a hundred chances to do good for one chance to meddle where meddling is not wanted. He will overlook and fail to see chances, opportunities, for riches and fame and welldoing, and even sometimes for evil. But he won’t fail to see a chance to meddle.
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I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.
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Yes. A man will talk about how he’d like to escape from living folks. But it’s the dead folks that do him the damage. It’s the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and dont try to hold him, that he cant escape from.
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I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.
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She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
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All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
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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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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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Whatever its symbol – cross or crescent or whatever – that symbol is man’s reminder of his duty inside the human race.
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Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail.
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No battle is ever won … victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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