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Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them.
The core of literature is the idea of tragedy... You don't really learn much from the good things that happen to you.
Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.
Probably I dont believe in a lot of things that I used to believe in but that doesnt mean I dont believe in anything.
Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.
Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.
It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.
I don't know why I started writing. I don't know why anybody does it. Maybe they're bored, or failures at something else.
Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.
Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less.
The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.
It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what she does not. That there is nothing to lose.
She smiled. I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think. Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then.
What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.
Just take me with you. Please. I cant. Please, Papa. I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.
You go back home and everything you wished was different is still the same and everything you wished was the same is different.
My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold, and anything else is just a waste of time.
But I didn't know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything?
Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.
It takes very little to govern good people. Very little. And bad people cant be governed at all. Or if they could I never heard of it.
The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust have the just's umbrellas
He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it.
I don't think goodness is something that you learn. If you're left adrift in the world to learn goodness from it, you would be in trouble.
you fix what you can fix and you let the rest go. If there ain't nothin to be done about it it aint even a problem. It's just a aggravation.
In the nights sometimes now he'd wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the songs of birds, the sun.
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down." -The Judge
Acts have their being in the witness. Without him who can speak of it? In the end one could even say that the act is nothing, the witness all.
They were watching, out there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.
In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.
The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops.
There's hard lessons in this world. What's the hardest? I dont know. Maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They aint comin back.
Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.
They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.
Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.
in dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable chimeras seem commonplace.
All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.
When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.
The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.
The world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them.
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.
Do you think that your fathers are watching? That they weigh you in their ledgerbook? Against what? There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.
This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy. I guess if everbody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think?
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.
Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the fear of it except to love the man who stands for us.
He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.
I've always been interested in the Southwest. There isn't a place in the world you can go where they don't know about cowboys and Indians and the myth of the West.
If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what.