There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
There was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the spaniards heart is a great yearning for freedom, but only his own. A great love for truth and honor in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
There is for a man two things in life that are very important, head and shoulders above everything else. Find work you… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Our enemies ... seem always with us. The greater our hatred the more persistent the memory of them so that a truly… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Finally he said that if men drink the blood of God yet they do not understand the seriousness of what they do.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Rage is really only for the good days. The truth is there's little of that left. the truth is that the forms… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. He held up… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said. I don't guess you would know it. You'd… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He said that men believe the blood of the slain to be of no consequence but that the wolf knows better. He… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
There was a sharp crack from somewhere on the mountain. Then another. It's just a tree falling, he said. It's okay. The… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men believe death's elections to be a thing inscrutable yet every act invites the act which follows and to the extent that… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The priest therefore saw what the anchorite could not. That God needs no witness. Neither to himself nor against. The truth is… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He was just hungry, Papa. He's going to die. He's going to die anyway. He's so scared, Papa. The man squatted and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
For me the world has always been more of a puppet show. But when one looks behind the curtain and traces the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“The events of the world can have no separate life from the world. And yet the world itself can have no temporal view of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said. The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“He lives in a room above a courtyard behind a tavern and he comes down at night like some fairybook beast to fight with… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“When I was in school I studied biology. I learned that in making their experiments scientists will take some group - bacteria, mice, people… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“We none of us knew him to speak [Dutch]. Asked him where he'd learned it you know what he said? What did he say.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“You know that the things you put it your head stay there, right?' 'Yeah. But you remember some things, don't you?' 'Yeah. You remember… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
