The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“It was like she was so empty there wasn't even a feeling or thought in her.” — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen.” — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright. — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“That was all he wanted for himself – to give to her. Biff's mouth hardened. He had done nothing wrong but in… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“It wasn't like she was lonely and in fact – she had understood it all in every way except with her brain.… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart - the answer of our own identity and the way by… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Maybe that was the trouble. She got the first and biggest share of everything – first whack at the new clothes and… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“There was a hollow in her chest, but at the bottom of this emptiness a heavy weight pressed down and bruised her… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire! To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire...driven by… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
What are the sources of an illumination? To me, they come after hours of searching and keeping my soul ready. Yet they… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“But the music did not come again. The tune was left broken, unfinished. And the drawn tightness she could no longer stand.… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“But now no music was in her mind. That was a funny thing. It was like she was shut out from the… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
But you haven't never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Wonderful music like this was the worst hurt there could be. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“She did not know why she was sad, but because of this peculiar sadness, she began to realize she ought to leave… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Because things accumulate around your name," said Berenice. "You have a name and one thing after another happens to you, and you behave in… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“Love is a joint experience between two persons—but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“He was like a man who had served a term in prison or had been to Harvard College or had left for a long… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
Comparing the Brooklyn that I know with Manhattan is like comparing a comfortable and complacent duenna to her more brilliant and neurotic sister. — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“Son, do you know how love should be begun?" The boy sat small and listening and still. Slowly he shook his head. The old… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream.… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
Now hoppin'-john was F. Jasmine's very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book. — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them . .… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“But the music did not come again. The tune was left broken, unfinished. And the drawn tightness she could no longer stand. She felt… — Carson McCullers Copy Share
“...we must remember that we all make the things of this earth of value because of labor.” — Carson McCullers Copy Share
I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner. — Carson McCullers Copy Share
