We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid.
WILLIAM FAULKNERTomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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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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You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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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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Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death.
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No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.
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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
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I don’t want money badly enough to work for it.
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The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
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A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.
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Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.
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Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
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