“It's not four days ago I find a bastard squatting here, asking me if I read books. Like he would jump me with a book or something. Take me for a ride with the telephone directory.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“You’re not being tried by common sense,” Horace said. “You’re being tried by a jury.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“I be dog if hit don't look like sometimes that when a fellow sets out to play a joke, hit ain't another fellow he's playing that joke on; hit's a kind of big power laying still somewhere in the dark that he sets out to prank with without knowing hit, and hit all depends on whether that ere power is in the notion to take a joke or not, whether or not hit blows up right in his face, like this one did in mine. ("A Bear Hunt")”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“God is foolish at times, but at least He’s a gentleman. Dont you know that?” “I always thought of Him as a man,” the woman said.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“She wasn’t born for this kind of life. You have to be born for this like you have to be born a butcher or a barber, I guess. Wouldn’t anybody be either of them just for money or fun.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“She thought of them, woolly, shapeless; savage, petulant, spoiled, the flatulent monotony of their sheltered lives snatched up without warning by an incomprehensible moment of terror and fear of bodily annihilation at the very hands which symbolised by ordinary the licensed tranquillity of their lives.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“I have but one rift in the darkness, that is that I have injured no one save myself by my folly, and that the extent of that folly you will never learn.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“Ze słuchawką w ręce patrzył na drzwi, przez które wpadał ten błędny i drażniący powiew. Zaczął cytować coś z jakiejś dawno czytanej książki:
“Spokoju coraz mniej! Spokoju coraz mniej!”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“The orchestra had ceased and were now climbing onto their chairs, with their instruments. The floral offerings flew; the coffin teetered. "Catch it!" a voice shouted. They sprang forward, but the coffin crashed heavily to the floor, coming open. The corpse tumbled slowly and sedately out and came to rest with its face in the center of a wreath. "Play something!" the proprietor bawled, waving his arms; "play! Play!”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“Usava uma camisola larga demais, de crepe cor-de-cereja, que surgia negra contra o lençol. Os cabelos soltos, agora penteados, pareciam negros. O rosto, pescoço e braços, sobre as cobertas, eram cinzentos. Depois que os outros saíram ela ficou durante algum tempo com a cabeça escondida sob o lençol. Assim continuou até ouvir fechar-se a porta, até se apagar o som dos passos que desciam a escada, da voz do médico que se exprimia com volubilidade, da respiração ofegante de Miss Reba. Sons que adquiriram, no sombrio saguão, a cor do luar, e desapareceram. Depois Temple pulou da cama e foi até a porta, fazendo correr o trinco. Voltou ao leito e cobriu-se, inclusive a cabeça, ali ficando encolhida até faltar-lhe o ar.
Derradeiros reflexos cor-de-açafrão tingiam o teto e a parte das paredes onde viam-se as sombras de paliçada da avenida, que a oeste se erguia contra o céu. Ela viu-os desaparecer, consumidos pelos sucessivos bocejos da cortina. Viu também a última luz condensar-se na parte fronteira do relógio e o mostrador passar, no escuro, de orifício redondo a disco suspenso no nada, no primitivo caos, e mudar depois para bola de cristal que continha, na sua tranquila e misteriosa profundidade, o caos ordenado do mundo complicado e sombrio sobre cujos flancos, marcados de cicatrizes, as velhas feridas rolam vertiginosamente para a frente, mergulhando na escuridão onde se escondem novos desastres.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“Jis kas vasarą nuvažiuoja iki pat Pensakolos aplankyti motinos, - pasakė mis Mertl. - Toksai žmogus negali būti blogas.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“I am too old for this. I was born too old for it, and so I am sick to death for quiet.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“From time to time he would feel that acute surge go over him, like his blood was too hot all of a sudden, dying away into that warm unhappy feeling that fiddle music gave him.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“It does last," Horace said. "Spring does. You'd almost think there was some purpose to it.”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
“Gal būtent tą akimirką, kai mes suprantame, sutinkame su tuo, kad egzistuoja blogio logika, mes ir numirštame".”
― William Faulkner, quote from Sanctuary
William Faulkner
Born place: in New Albany, Mississippi, The United States
Born date September 25, 1897
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“I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand”
― Alice Sebold, quote from Lucky
“We would bestow some pains here in minutely describing all the mad pranks which Jones played on this occasion could we be well assured that the reader would take the same pains in perusing them, but as we are apprehensive that after all the labour which we should employ in painting this scene the said reader would be very apt to skip it entirely over, we have saved ourself that trouble. To say the truth, we have from this reason alone often done great violence to the luxuriance of our genius, and have left many excellent descriptions out of our work which would otherwise have been in it.”
― Henry Fielding, quote from The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling
“I thought ... that I was carried in the will of Him I love, but now I see that I walk with it. I thought that the good things He sent drew me into them as the waves lift the islands; but now I see that it is I who plunge into them with my own legs and arms, as when we go swimming. I feel as if I were living in that roofless world of [Earth] where men walk undefended beneath naked heaven. It is a delight with terror in it! One's own self to be walking from one good to another, walking beside Him as Himself may walk, not even holding hands. How has He made me so separate from Himself? How did it enter His mind to conceive such a thing? The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.”
― C.S. Lewis, quote from Perelandra
“Moral: Look fear in the face and it will cease to trouble you.”
― Paramahansa Yogananda, quote from Autobiography of a Yogi
“Except...I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don't make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don't make a sound. I don't need to. We're still talking. Every touch he makes, every imprint of his skin is like another word, another thought, a continuation of our conversation. And we're not done yet. Not yet.”
― Sophie Kinsella, quote from I've Got Your Number
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