Eudora Welty Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Eudora Welty
Eudora Welty Famous Quotes & Sayings
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For all of them told happenings like narrations, chronological and careful, as if the ear of the world listened and wished to know surely.
Surely even those immune from the world, for the time being, need the touch of one another, or all is lost.
Ah, I'm a woman that's been clear around the world in my rocking chair, and I tell you we all get surprises now and then.
Learning stamps you with its moments. Childhood's learning is made up of moments. It isn't steady. It's a pulse.
Every story teaches me how to write it. Unfortunately, it doesn't teach me how to write the next one.
Was now the time to look forward to the doom of parting, and stop looking back at the doom of meeting?
The fantasies of dying could be no stranger than the fantasies of living. Survival is perhaps the strangest fantasy of them all.
Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers ... great talkers.
Integrity can be neither lost nor concealed nor faked nor quenched nor artificially come by nor outlived, nor, I believe, in the long run, denied.
For there is hate as well as love, she supposed, in the coming together and continuing of our lives.
By the essence of their nature, which was frail, all human beings were probably doomed to be seasick.
Just now they kissed, with India coming up close on her toes to see if she could tell yet what there was about a kiss.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
At the time of writing, I don't write for my friends or myself either; I write for it, for the pleasure of it.
For he was not strong enough to receive the impact of unfamiliar things without a little talk to break their fall.
Beauty is not a means, not a way of furthering a thing in the world. It is a result; it belongs to ordering, to form, to aftereffect.
Indeed, learning to write may be part of learning to read. For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion to reading.
Relationship is a pervading and changing mystery ... brutal or lovely, the mystery waits for people wherever they go, whatever extreme they run to.
The mystery in how little we know of other people is no greater than the mystery of how much, Laurel thought.
The novelist works neither to correct nor to condone, not at all to comfort, but to make what's told alive.
He did not like illness, he distrusted it, as he distrusted the road without signposts.
("Death Of A Traveling Salesman")
("Death Of A Traveling Salesman")
In the end, it takes phenomenal neatness of housekeeping to put it through the heads of men that they are swine.
Look for where the sky is brightest along the horizon. That reflects the nearest river. Strike out for a river and you will find habitation.
Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within.
The difficulty that accompanies you is less like the dark than a trusted lantern to see your way by.
To imagine yourself inside another person ... is what a storywriter does in every piece of work; it is his first step, and his last too, I suppose.
And who could ever remember any of the things he says? They are just inspired remarks that roll out of his mouth like smoke.
The first thing we see about a short story is its mystery. And in the best short stories, we return at the last to see mystery again
How to explain Time and Separateness back to God, Who had never thought of them, Who could let the whole world come to grief in a scattering moment?
Even if you have kept silent for the sake of the dead, you cannot rest in your silence, as the dead rest.
He looked home-made, as though his wife had self-consciously knitted or somehow contrived a husband when she sat alone at night.
People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.
Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it.
I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or be read to.
To open up the new, to look back on the old may bring forth like discoveries in the practice of art.
As soon as a man stopped wandering
and stood still an looked around him,
he found a god in that place.
and stood still an looked around him,
he found a god in that place.