Carson McCullers Quotes
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There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
The eyes of his friend were moist and dark, and in them he saw the little rectangled pictures of himself that he had watched a thousand times.
Each day was very much like any other day, because they were alone so much that nothing ever disturbed them.
He was thinking that in nearly every person there was some special physical part kept always guarded.
Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister.
In her heart it didn't give her near the same feeling that music did. Nothing was really as good as music.
Why did he go onward? Why did he not rest here upon the bottom of utmost humiliation and for a while take his content?
But he went onward.
But he went onward.
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are gone, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.
Mick had heard Portia say that
before, but she had thought it was a
tale. How could a colored man be a
doctor?
before, but she had thought it was a
tale. How could a colored man be a
doctor?
I have never gone to a doctor in my adult life, feeling instinctively that doctors meant either cutting or, just as bad, diet.
He could not understand the wild quiver of his heart, nor the following sense of recklessness and grace that lingered after she was gone.
Love is the main generator of all good writing ... Love, passion, compassion, are all welded together.
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.
What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.
In one of their quarrels, they had begun calling each other Mister. and Misses., and since then they had never made it up enough to change it.
The warring love and hatred
love for his people and hatred for the oppressors of his people
that left him exhausted and sick in spirit.
love for his people and hatred for the oppressors of his people
that left him exhausted and sick in spirit.
She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.
He was like a man who had served a term in prison or had been to Harvard College or had lived for a long time with foreigners in South America.
The mutual distrust between the men who were just awakened and those who were ending a long night gave everyone a feeling of estrangement.
Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
There was a hollow in her chest, but at the bottom of this emptiness a heavy weight pressed down and bruised her stomach, so that she felt sick.
He nearly always put his hand on his friend's arm and looked for a second into his face before leaving him.
Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.
A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
Justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.
Some men are heroes by nature in that they will give all that is in them without regard to the effort or to the personal returns.
They start at the wrong end of love. They begin at the climax. Can you wonder why it is so miserable?
Jake had begun to carry chalk in his pockets, also. He wrote brief sentences. He tried to word them so that a man would think.
Then when he had washed the ashtray and the glass he brought out a pistol from his pocket and put a bullet in his chest.
It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.