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| d924e8d | after a while someone asked the expriest if it were true that at one time there had been two moons in the sky and the expriest eyed the false moon above them and said that it may well have been so. But certainly the wise high God in his dismay at the proliferation of lunacy on this earth must have wetted a thumb and leaned down out of the abyss and pinched it hissing into extinction. And could he find some alter means by which the birds cou.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b64e432 | like some scurrilous king stripped of his vestiture and driven together with his fool into the wilderness to die. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b8809cc | Em que e que o que nunca existira difere do que nunca existiu? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f40bed8 | As pessoas estavam sempre a preparar-se para o futuro. Eu nao acreditava nisso. O futuro nao se estava a preparar para elas. O futuro nem sabia que elas existiam. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| bb5ec32 | E se eu te dissesse que ele e um deus? O velho abanou a cabeca. Ja nao acredito em nada disso. Deixei de acreditar ha anos. Onde os homens nao conseguem viver, os deuses nao tem melhor sorte. Vais ver. E melhor estar sozinho. | god-religião religion | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 5388b70 | He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9ec2f0f | The next day on the far side of the mountain we encountered the two lads that had deserted us. Hangin upside down in a tree. They'd been skinned and I can tell ye it does very little for a man's appearance. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0ad9742 | If you break little promises you'll break big ones. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 33e09de | There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the night have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history i agreed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God- who knows all that can be known- seems powerless to change. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| db2c7f2 | Como el primer sintoma de un galucoma frio enpanando al mundo. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 2aedf36 | Que harias si yo muriera? / Si tu murieras yo tambien querria morirme / ?Para poder estar conmigo? / Si. Para poder estar contigo / Vale | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 59facd7 | She went to the window and looked out. The ground fell away to a branch where willows burned lime green in the sunset. Dark little birds kept crossing the fields to the west like heralds of some coming dread. Below the branch stood the frame of an outhouse from which the planks had been stripped for firewood and there hung from the ceiling a hornetnest like a gross paper egg. The tinker returned from the cart with a lantern | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 61360f3 | On Gay Street the traffic lights are stilled. The trolleyrails gleam in their beds and a late car passes with a long slish of tires. In the long arcade of the bus station footfalls come back like laughter. He marches darkly toward his darkly marching shape in the glass of the depot door. His fetch come up from life's other side like an autoscopic hallucination, Suttree and Antisuttree, hand reaching to the hand. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d8a1940 | He knew that those things we most desire to hold in our hearts are often taken from us while that which we would put away seems often by that very wish to become endowed with unsuspected powers of endurance. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 2c16686 | He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would all be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d8804d5 | They rode in a narrow enfilade along a trail strewn with the dry round turds of goats and they rode with their faces averted from the rock wall and the bakeoven air which it rebated, the slant black shapes of the mounted men stenciled across the stone with a definition austere and implacable like shapes capable of violating their covenant with the flesh that authored them and continuing autonomous across the naked rock without reference to .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ac49085 | He'd taken up a pallet between Toadvine and another Kentuckian, a veteran of the war. This man had returned to claim some darkeyed love he'd left behind two years before when Doniphan's command pulled east for Saltillo and the officers had had to drive back hundreds of young girls dressed as boys that took the road behind the army. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 10b9bcc | And if the dried and blackened shell of him is found among the sands by travelers to come yet who can discover the engine of his ruin? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9b1a602 | Sparse on the mesa the dry weeds lashed in the wind like the earth's long echo of lance and spear in old encounters forever unrecorded. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 70916da | There ain't but one life worth livin and I was born to it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| cee7dda | He sat with his back to a rock and felt the warmth of the sun on his face and watched it pool and flare and drain away dragging with it all that pink and rose and crimson sky. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9a2e3c2 | The room smelled of old cigarsmoke. He leaned and turned off the little brass lamp and sat in the dark. Through the front window he could see the starlit prairie falling away to the north. The black crosses of the old telegraph poles yoked across the constellations passing east to west. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c581e4e | That night Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him his men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected or dead. The Delawares all slain. He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whethe.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| de7902e | So what is the way of raising a child? At a young age, said the judge, they should be put in a pit with wild dogs. They should be set to puzzle out from their proper clues the one of three doors that does not harbor wild lions. They should be made to run naked in the desert until ... | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 087996c | God) He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f4edd4a | The arc of circling bodies is determined by the length of their tether, said the judge. Moons,coins,men. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a796ce4 | windrows | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1846eaf | Almighty God, if it aint too far out of the way of things in your eternal plan do you reckon we could have a little rain down here. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| df2527e | and in the optical democracy of such landscapes all preference is made whimsical and a man and a rock become endowed with unguessed kinships. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c5bd78f | Hai mai notato che le donne fanno fatica ad accettare un no come risposta? Mi sa che cominciano all'eta di tre anni. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ad925e3 | They walked on into the dark and they slept like dogs in the sand and had been sleeping so when something black flapped up out of the night ground and perched on Sproule's chest. Fine fingerbones stayed the leather wings with which it steadied as it walked upon him. A wrinkled pug face, small and vicious, bare lips crimped in a horrible smile and teeth pale blue in the starlight. It leaned to him. It crafted in his neck two narrow grooves a.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 2c3b580 | Buddy when he come back from up in the panhandle told me one time it quit blowin up there and all the chickens fell over. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0780d51 | For this will to deceive that is in things luminous may manifest itself likewise in retrospect and so by sleight of some fixed part of a journey already accomplished may also post men to fraudulent destinies. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 42c604b | The world has no name, he said. The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not lose our way. Yet it was because the way was lost to us already that we have made those names. The world cannot be lost. We are the ones. And it is because these names and these coordinaes are our own naming that they cannot save us. That they cannot find for us the way again. Your brother is in that place .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 17c5032 | while one would like to say that God will punish those who do such things and that people often speak in just this way it was his experience that God could not be spoken for and that men with wicked histories often enjoyed lives of comfort and that they died in peace and were buried with honor. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| b43da9d | It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he don't want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| c67e168 | Pamietaj, ze to, co wpuszczasz do glowy, pozostaje w niej na zawsze. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ebaab9b | Podle jeho nazoru by bylo neopatrne se domnivat, ze mrtvi nemohou nijak ovlivnovat svet, protoze maji velkou moc a jejich vliv se nejvic projevuje na tech, kteri to nejmene tusi. Prohlasil, ze lide nechapou, ze to, co mrtvi opustili, neni sam o sobe zadny svet, ale jen obraz sveta v lidskem srdci. Zduraznil, ze svet nelze opustit, nebot je vecny bez ohledu na to, v jakem stavu se nachazeji veci v nem obsazene. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 55fe8bb | Has pensado alguna vez en la muerte? Si. A veces. ?Y tu? Si. A veces. ?Crees que existe un cielo? Si. ?Tu no? No lo se. Quiza si. ?Crees que puedes creer en el cielo si no crees en el infierno? Creo que puedes creer lo que quieras. | muerte religion | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 45aa8d9 | Was ist das hochste, dass du je beim Munze-werfen verloren hast? | schießerei spannung texas tod | Cormac McCarthy | |
| fbe51e2 | Ella se marcho y la frialdad de la partida fue su regalo final. Lo haria con una hojuela de obsidiana. El mismo le habia ensenado como. Mas afilada que el acero. El borde de un grosor de atomo. Y ella llevaba razon. No habia argumentos. Innumerables noches pasadas en vela debatiendo los pros y los contras de la autodestruccion con la seriedad de unos filosofos encadenados al muro de un manicomio. Por la manana el chico no dijo nada de nada .. | mccarthy the-road | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 7bc4d0a | Now driving in a wild frieze of headlong horses with eyes walled and teeth cropped and naked riders with clusters of arrows clenched in their jaws and their shields winking in the dust and pu the far side of the ruined ranks in a piping of boneflutes and dropping down off the sides of their mounts with one heel hung in the withers strap and their short bows flexing beneath the outstretched necks of the ponies until they had circled the comp.. | very-long-sentence violence | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 3b88e3b | They were all day among the dunes and in the evening coming down from the last low sandhills to the plain below among catclaw and crucifixion thorn they were a parched and haggard lot man and beast. Harpie eagles flew up screaming from a dead mule and wheeled off westward into the sun as they led the horses out onto the plain. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d06add6 | Ella bailaba con un chico alto del rancho de San Pablo y llevaba un vestido azul y su boca era roja. El, Rawlins y Roberto se quedaron con otros muchachos junto a la pared, contemplando a los bailarines y, mas alla de ellos, a las chicas de la pared opuesta. Empezo a caminar por delante de los grupos. El aire olia a paja y sudor y una densa fragancia de colonias. Bajo la concha acustica el acordeonista luchaba con su instrumento y marcaba e.. | Cormac McCarthy |