In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If a dream can tell the future it can also thwart that future. For God will not permit that we shall know… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“When your dreams are of some world that never was or of some world that never will be and you are happy… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Who can dream of God? This man did. In his dreams God was much occupied. Spoken to He did not answer. Called… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently.… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
in dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“There were times I'd see [my brother] looking at me and I would leave the room crying. I knew that I'd never… — 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
What is it? Nothing. I had a bad dream. What did you dream about? Nothing. Are you okay? No. He put his… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Yet it is the narrative that is the life of the dream while the events themselves are often interchangeable. The events of… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Listen to me, he said, when your dreams are of some world that never was or some world that never will be,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one. Where'd he go?” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
![“There were times I'd see [my brother] looking at me and I would leave the room crying. I knew that I'd never be loved like that again. I just thought that we would always be together. I know you think I should have seen that as more aberrant than I did, but my life is not like yours. My hour. My…” quote by Cormac McCarthy](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/27c/cormac-mccarthy-181_aberrant_there-were-times-i-d-see-my-brother-look_1848138.jpg)
