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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b3faf64 | A soldier's first duty is to obey, otherwise you might as well do away with soldiering. | Albert Kesselring | ||
| 95d846f | Each man is the bard of his own existence. This is how he is joined to the world. | fulfillment life meaning | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 7df46bd | The scum of the world is arriving in Brazil, as if we didn't have enough problems to solve. | Jair Bolsonaro | ||
| 9490960 | Quindi bisogna essere parsimoniosi. Cio che si altera ricordando ha comunque una sua realta, che la si conosca o meno. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 28e0136 | Because he knows what perhaps you do not. That the past cannot be mended. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4e664f9 | Mi sono sempre chiesta se la piega presa dalla nostra vita esiste fin dall'inizio se invece la vita e fatta di eventi casuali nei quali individuiamo un filo solo a posteriori | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3a7b846 | Your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time. PAUL VALERY | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 99144eb | It is not to be thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost as if in sorrowing. There is no sorrowing. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of the darkness. JACOB BOEHME | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a09500f | He mistrusted all of that. He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5104784 | To watch these things issuing from the otherwise mute pastoral morning is a man at the barn door. He is small, unclean, unshaven. He moves in the dry chaff among the dust and slats of sunlight with a constrained truculence. Saxon and Celtic bloods. A child of God much like yourself perhaps. Wasps pass through the laddered light from the barnslats in a succession of strobic moments, gold and trembling between black and black, like fireflies .. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| da4e72b | Nem todas as palavras prestes a morrer sao portadoras da verdade e a bencao que proporcionam nao e menos genuina por se ver privada dos seus fundamentos. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 66621c4 | They ate and moved on, leaving the fire on the ground behind them, and as they rode up into the mountains this fire seemed to become altered of its location, now here, now there, drawing away, or shifting unaccountably along the flank of their movement. Like some ignis fatuus belated upon the road behind them which all could see and of which none spoke. For this will to deceive that is in things luminous may manifest itself likewise in retr.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d4621a8 | and the filthy hides of which they'd divested themselves smoked and stank and blackened in the flames and the red sparks rose like the souls of the small life they'd harbored. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e4edf8d | The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f7fd11e | Men are born for games. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1c800dd | Black: I see a different truth. Settin right across the table from me. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 0745f37 | the woman stepped once more into the street and the children followed and all continued on to their appointed places which as some believe were chosen long ago even to the beginning of the world. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 1ea4465 | He knew that the child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e404211 | You think you can believe in heaven if you dont believe in hell? I guess you can believe what you want to. Rawlins | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6939fdc | My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you. Yessir. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 204b988 | Esquecemo-nos de algumas coisas, nao e? Sim. Esquecemo-nos do que queriamos recordar e recordamos o que queriamos esquecer. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 5e5ebc4 | it. It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e6d9633 | thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6e0e5c0 | The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a60446c | Letzte Worte sind auch nur Worte. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a087c1c | Ami ako ti kazha, che to e Bog? - Za men vsichko tova veche e minalo. Ot godini. Tam, k'deto khorata ne mogat da zhiveiat, i za bogovete niama miasto. Shche vidish, che s'm prav. Po-dobre e da si sam. Zatova se nadiavam, che onova, koeto mi kaza, ne e viarno, zashchoto da se skitash po tozi p't s posledniia bog, bi bilo neshcho uzhasno. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9986405 | Imi aduc aminte cind s-a pensionat tata si mama i-a spus: "Am zis ca la bine si la rau, dar n-am zis nimic despre prinz"." -- | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7734125 | Cum suna chestia aia...? Cu adevarul si dreptatea? - Ne dedicam trup si suflet in fiecare zi. Ceva de genul asta. - Eu cred ca o sa-ncep de-acum sa ma dedic de doua ori pe zi. Si as putea ajunge si la trei, pina se termina. Ne vedem miine dimineata. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8d79ab6 | E o femeie tinara in o multime de privinte. Daca n-as fi avut-o, nu stiu ce m-as fi facut. De fapt, ba da, stiu. Si nici n-ar fi fost nevoie de o cutie pentru asta. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| af386e4 | The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 821429d | I've no sympathy with people to whom things happen. It may be that their luck is bad, but is that to count in their favor? I | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| ee6a73b | Il presente e il tempo piu prezioso | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 9b0732a | In legislation we all do a lot of swapping tobacco across the lines. | Joseph Gurney Cannon | ||
| 5a3bf27 | At fourteen he runs away. He will not see again the freezing kitchenhouse in the predawn dark. The firewood, the washpots. He wanders west as far as Memphis, a solitary migrant upon that flat and pastoral landscape. Blacks in the fields, lank and stooped, their fingers spiderlike among the bolls of cotton. A shadowed agony in the garden. Against the sun's declining figures moving in the slower dusk across a paper skyline. A lone dark husban.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 8fa3866 | So much kindness," Renee said. "So many people looking after us. They don't know a thing about us except we're in need. I read a Cormac McCarthy novel once, about the end of the world. People hunting dogs and each other and frying up babies, and it was awful. But we need kindness like we need to eat. It satisfies something in us we can't do without." | Joe Hill | ||
| 81c57ea | Zapomenes, co si chces pamatovat a pamatujes si, co chces zapomenout. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4806c41 | Una negrura como para que dolieran los oidos de escucha | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 722f82e | Qualunque cosa esista, disse. Qualunque cosa esista nella creazione senza che io la conosca esiste senza il mio consenso. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3e282cb | beneath a deep | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 7778d4a | Como num daqueles jogos que se jogam nas festas. Diz a palavra ao ouvido do seguinte. Por isso, sejamos parcimoniosos. Aquilo que alteramos nas recordacoes tambem em a sua realidade, conhecida ou nao. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f47b87d | War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting the ultimate practitioner. --Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian | Eric Blehm | ||
| cf35e77 | The small sands in that waste was all there was for the wind to move and it moved with a constant migratory seething upon itself. As if in its ultimate granulation the world sought some stay against its own eternal wheeling. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 3349cb8 | he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all. By | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 996baad | I think the dead have no nationality. | Cormac McCarthy |