The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
WILLIAM FAULKNER
She was the captain of her soul
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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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The last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next.
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Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories.
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Wonder. Go on and wonder.
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Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.
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Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people. There is no such thing as was – only is.
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Be scared. You can’t help that. But don’t be afraid.
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If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.
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Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
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If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don’t deserve to survive, and probably won’t.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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How false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
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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 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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Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.
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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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