Cormac McCarthy Quotes - Page 10

• She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.

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  Moving, Eye, Light

  Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.136, Pan Macmillan

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• This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it.

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  Country, People, Heartbeat

  "The Road". Book by Cormac McCarthy, www.theguardian.com. September 26, 2006.

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• Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A person's path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change abruptly. And the shape of your path was visible from the beginning.

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  Moving, Choices, Bidding

  Cormac McCarthy (2007). “No Country for Old Men”, p.259, Vintage

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• They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative and remote. For although each man among them was discrete unto himself, conjoined they made a thing that had not been before and in that communal soul were wastes hardly reckonable more than those whited regions on old maps where monsters do live and where there is nothing other of the known world save conjectural winds.

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  Hombres, Sangre, Orden

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.160, Pan Macmillan

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• He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him.

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  Taken, Heart, Simple

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• 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.

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  Quality, Hazards, Matter

  Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.223, Pan Macmillan

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• La cuestión es que no tiene sentido.

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  Nihilism, Existentialism, No Point

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• Where men can't live gods fare no better.

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  Hombres

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• Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

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  Recuerdos, Pasado, Hombres

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.348, Pan Macmillan

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• What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his arms around him and held him. It's okay, he said. I was crying. But you didnt wake up. I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I meant in the dream.

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  Dream, Sorry, Tired

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• See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.

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  Madre, Hijos, Pasión

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.74, Pan Macmillan

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• Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world may be many different ways for them but there is one world that will never be and that is the world they dream of.

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  Dream, Men, Mind

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Cities of the Plain”, p.135, Pan Macmillan

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• En la historia no hay grupos de control. No hay nadie que nos diga lo que podría haber sido. Lloramos por lo que podría haber sido, pero no hay tal cosa. Nunca lo hubo. Se supone que es cierto que quienes no conocen la historia están condenados a repetirla. No creo que el conocimiento pueda salvarnos. Lo que es constante en la historia es la codicia y la insensatez y el amor a la sangre, y esto es algo que incluso Dios -que sabe todo lo que se puede saber- parece impotente para cambiar.

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  Believe, Blood, Knowing

  Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.227, Pan Macmillan

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• The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.

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  Stars, Lying, Fall

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.16, Pan Macmillan

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• In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. I've thought a great deal about my life and my country. I think there is little that can be truly known. My family has been fortunate. Others were less so. As they are often quick to point out.

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  Dream, Country, Lying

  Cormac McCarthy (2012). "Todos los caballos bonitos", p.244, Pan Macmillan.

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• Hell ain't half full.

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  Half, Hell, Half Full

  "Blood Meridian or the Evening Redness in the West". Book by Cormac McCarthy, Chapter III, 1985.

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• Los hombres hablan de un destino ciego, algo sin esquema ni propósito. Pero, ¿qué clase de destino es ése? Cada acto en este mundo del que no se puede volver atrás tiene ante sí otro, y otro más. En una vasta red sin fin. Los hombres imaginan que son ellos quienes eligen. Pero sólo somos libres de actuar según lo que se nos da. La elección se pierde en el laberinto de las generaciones y cada acto en el laberinto es en sí mismo una esclavitud, ya que anula todas las alternativas y nos ata cada vez con más fuerza a las limitaciones que conforman una vida.

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  Destiny, Men, Choices

  Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy: Picador Classic”, p.863, Pan Macmillan

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• Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.

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  Boys, Littles, Goodness

  Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.236, Vintage

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• The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon in the west so that they lay opposed to each other across the earth, the sun whitehot and the moon a pale replica, as if they were the ends of a common bore beyond whose terminals burned worlds past all reckoning.

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  Past, Moon, Blue

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.91, Pan Macmillan

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• En la austeridad neutra de aquel terreno, todos los fenómenos gozaban de una extraña igualdad y ninguna cosa, ni araña, ni piedra, ni brizna de hierba, podía pretender la precedencia. La misma claridad de estos artículos desmentía su familiaridad, porque el ojo predica el todo sobre algún rasgo o parte y aquí no había nada más luminoso que otro y nada más ensombrecido y en la democracia óptica de tales paisajes toda preferencia se hace caprichosa y un hombre y una roca se dotan de un parentesco inconfesado.

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  Eye, Men, Rocks

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West”, p.258, Vintage

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• They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I'll hug his neck.

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  Death, Night, Hug

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.13, Pan Macmillan

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• He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to holo

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  Horse, War, Heart

  Cormac McCarthy (2012). “All the Pretty Horses”, p.114, Pan Macmillan

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• If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? People speak about what is in store. But there is nothing in store. The day is made of what has come before. The world itself must be surprised at the shape of that which appears. Perhaps even God.

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  Life, People, Stories

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Crossing: Book 2 of The Border Trilogy”, p.387, Vintage

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• 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.

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  Fire, Hair, Different

  Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.185, Vintage

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• 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.

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  Memories, Night, Air

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.175, Pan Macmillan

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