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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 9a1069c | People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things. I don't recall that I ever give the good Lord all that much cause to smile on me. But he did. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4af278a | The road crossed a dried slough where pipes of ice stood out of the frozen mud like formations in a cave. The remains of an old fire by the side of the road. Beyond that a long concrete causeway. A dead swamp. Dead trees standing out of the gray water trailing gray and relic hagmoss. The silky spills of ash against the curbing. He stood leaning on the gritty concrete rail. Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to s.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d3104ef | In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles. | the-road trees | Cormac McCarthy | |
| eb83636 | It took two days to cross that ashen scabland. The road beyond ran along the crest of a ridge where the barren woodland fell away on every side. It's snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down. He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9b52f1b | De acuerdo. Esto es lo que hacen los buenos. Seguir intentandolo. Jamas se rinden"." | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7bdc39e | In those first years the roads were peopled with refugees shrouded up in their clothing. Wearing masks and goggles, sitting in their rags by the side of the road like ruined aviators. Their barrows heaped with shoddy. Towing wagons or carts. Their eyes bright in their skulls. Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland. The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into n.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4d4fa18 | He said that the light of the world was in men's eyes only for the world itself moved in eternal darkness and darkness was its true nature and true condition and that in this darkness it turned with perfect cohesion in all its parts but that there was naught there to see. He said that the world was sentient to its core and secret and black beyond men's imagining and that its nature did not reside in what could be seen or not seen. He said t.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e4dafe9 | Finally he said that in his first years of darkness his dreams had been vivid beyond all expectation and that he had come to thirst for them but that dreams and memories alike had faded one by one until there were no more. Of all that once had been no trace remained. The look of the world. The faces of loved ones. Finally even his own person was lost to him. Whatever he had been he was no more. He said that like every man who comes to the e.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b594532 | He said that the world was sentient to its core and secret and black beyond men's imagining and that its nature did not reside in what could be seen or not seen. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1b2efdb | At the farther edge of the town they came upon a solitary house in a field and they crossed and entered and walked through the rooms. They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| bda7d37 | The faintly lit hatchway lay in the dark of the yard like a grave yawning at judgement day in some old apocalyptic painting. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0ec488d | The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6eba8ec | He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality,known or not. | truth | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 5163537 | You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot. Death is not a lover. Oh yes he is. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a57c916 | He spoke into a blackness without depth or dimension. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 78bf663 | The snow whispered down in the stillness and the sparks rose and dimmed and died in the eternal blackness. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0d1f9c4 | Ich kann nicht anders. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0055a4a | John Grady looked at the table. The paper cat stepped thin and slant among the shapes of cats thereon. He looked up again. Yessir, he said. Just me and him. | cats | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 2ac1b5d | Of such dreams and of the rituals of them there can also be no end. The thing that is sought is altogether other. However it may be construed within men's dreams or by their acts it will never make a fit. These dreams and these acts are driven by a terrible hunger. They seek to meet a need which they can never satisfy, and for that we must be grateful. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0613a00 | In the nights in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f4c3a5f | They struggled forever in the roads cold coagulate. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a2495e3 | Inside the house there was no sound save the ticking of the mantel clock in the front room. He went out and shut the door. "Dark and cold and no wind and a thin gray reef beginning along the eastern rim of the world. He walked out on the prairie and stood holding his hat like some supplicant to the darkness over them all and he stood there for a long time. "As he turned to go he heard the train. He stopped and waited for it. He could feel i.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 425e325 | All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4f19b4f | We none of us knew him to speak [Dutch]. Asked him where he'd learned it you know what he said? What did he say. Said off a Dutchman. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d7c01bb | He followed it down, in full flight now, the trees beginning to close him in, malign and baleful shapes that reared like enormous androids provoked at the alien insubstantiality of this flesh colliding among them. | poetic-prose running-through-the-woods | Cormac McCarthy | |
| ec49292 | They watched her sit, holding the bundle up before her, the lamp just at her elbow belabored by a moth whose dark shape cast upon her face appeared captive within the delicate skull, the thin and roselit bone, like something kept in a china mask | butterfly china-mask grim-beauty | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 071b09d | Black boots, said Rawlins. Aint that the shits? I always wanted to be a badman. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| db01bda | What if the catalyst or the key to understanding creation lay somewhere in the immense mind of the whale? . . . Suppose if God came back from wherever it is he's been and asked us smilingly if we' d figured it out yet. Suppose he wanted to know if it had finally occurred to us to ask the whale. And then he sort of looked around and he said, "By the way, where are the whales?" --Cormac McCarthy, Of Whales and Men" | Joshua Horwitz | ||
| 13f06c9 | E poi ha forse ragione Schiller. Quando gli dei erano piu umani, gli uomini erano piu divini | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 388e487 | He asked that God remember those who had died and he asked that the living gathered together here remember that the corn grows by the will of God and beyond that will there is neither corn nor growing nor light nor air nor rain nor anything at all save only darkness. Then they ate. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4f74f27 | Vive in silenzio il Dio che ha purgato questa terra con sale e cenere. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b53a9cd | Cuando ella se volvio y le miro, el comprendio que le habia visto desde la ventanilla del vagon. Mientras caminaba hacia el, su belleza se le antojo algo totalmente improbable. Una presencia inimaginable en este lugar o en cualquier otro. Se le acerco sonriendo tristemente, le rozo con los dedos la cicatriz de la mejilla, se estiro y la beso y el le dio un beso y le cogio la maleta. Estas tan delgado, dijo ella. El miro aquellos ojos azules.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 20ea1a1 | It was an old hunter in camp and the hunter shared tobacco with him and told him of the buffalo and the stands he'd made against them, laid up in a sag on some rise with the dead animals scattered over the grounds and the herd beginning to mill and the riflebarrel so hot the wiping patches sizzled in the bore and the animals by the thousands and the tens of thousands and the hides pegged out over actual square miles of ground the teams of s.. | civilization death holocaust human-nature humanity hunt | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 741c0d3 | Ever's a long time. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ebf22ad | Se detuvo a medio camino para mirar atras. De pie y temblando en el agua y no de frio porque no hacia ninguno. No le hables. No la llames. Cuando se acerco, el le tendio la mano y ella la tomo. Era tan palida en el lago que parecia estar ardiendo. Como una luz fosforescente en un bosque tenebroso. Que ardia sin llama. Como la luna que ardia sin llama. Sus cabellos negros flotaban en el agua alrededor, caian y flotaban en el agua. Ella le ro.. | pálida traición | Cormac McCarthy | |
| ebed292 | Lejos, en la llanura, en la noche sin orilla, podian ver como en un reflejo de su propio fuego en un lago oscuro el fuego de los vaqueros a unos ocho kilometros. Por la noche llovio y la lluvia silbo en el fuego y los caballos se acercaron desde la oscuridad con sus ojos rojos parpadeando inquietos y por la manana hacia frio y todo era gris y el sol tardo mucho en salir. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6d113b4 | I busted him and he busted me. That's fair ain't it? No, I ain't forgettin about jail. You think because he arrested me that thows it off again I reckon? I don't. It's his job. It's what he gets paid for. To arrest people that break the law. And I didn't jest break the law, I made a livin at it. More money in three hours than any workin man makes in a week. Why is that? Because it's harder work? No, because a man who makes a livin doin some.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8c853bb | I aint sure we've seen these people before. Their kind. I dont know what to do about em even. If you killed em all they'd have to build a annex on to hell. | violence | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 2d0e7d0 | tmdd `l~ rD ySG~ l~ Swt lm whw ysyl `l~ jdhw` shjr, n '`mq lHqyq@ ttjl~ blbrd wlSmt wbrmd l`lm lHdyth, rmd yHmlh lbrd lshdyd wlryH l`ty@ jyy'@ wdhhb fy dwr@ `bthy@. rmd tjm`h lryH, tb`thrh thm tjm`h mn jdyd. fy knf lhw lmthql blrmd kl shy mqtl` mn jdhwrh dwnm d`m 'w snd.. kl shy tfh@ wzy'l@,, 'tmn~ lw kn qlby Hjr | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1ccfe0f | Pomisli da mozda u istoriji sveta cak i ima vise kazni nego zlocina, ali ne bi mu to uteha. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 05cffa3 | Un hombre es asi como quien esta sonando un sueno de afliccion y despierta a una pena aun mayor. Todo lo que ama se ha convertido en una tortura. Alguien ha estirado la pinza del eje del universo. Todo lo que uno deja de mirar amenaza con desaparecer. Es un hombre perdido para todos nosotros. Se mueve y habla. Pero el mismo no es mas que pura sombra en medio de lo que contempla. No hay imagen posible de ese hombre. La menor marca sobre la p.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7983f16 | Tolling in the silence the minutes of the earth and the hours and the days of it and the years without cease. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 86b39fd | Deployed upon that plain they moved in a constant elision, ordained agents of the actual dividing out the world which they encountered and leaving what had been and what would never be alike extinguished on the ground behind them. | past present regret the-west | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 7ea5035 | Jabbo and Bungalow came in out of the weather in a bathless reek of cold wool and splo whiskey. | Cormac McCarthy |