Bookmark - Cormac McCarthy
If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.
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.
You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
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.
Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.
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.
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.
You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
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.
Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.
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.