Ends Quote by Cormac McCarthy Download Open image “In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.” — Cormac McCarthy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Ends Sentiments
Those who are truely wise will remain unmoved by feelings of happiness, and suffering, fame and disgrace, praise and blame, gain and loss. They… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
May we learn to appreciate everyone & everything we have.. No one stays a lifetime & nothing lasts forever.. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
We must come to see that the end we seek is a society at peace with itself, a society that can live with its… — Martin Luther King, Jr Copy Share Image
It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment, independence now and independence forever. — Daniel Webster Copy Share Image
Let us all so live as we shall wish we had lived when we come to die; for that only is well, that ends… — Benjamin Whichcote Copy Share Image
To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve. — Pindar Copy Share Image
I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure. — Lucy Maud Montgomery 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 things. It can have no cause to favor certain enterprises over others. The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one. There is no favoring, you see. How could there be?… — 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 in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through… — 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 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 the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond… — 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 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 the sailors. He is not big but he has big wrists, big hands. His shoulders are set close. The child's face is curiously untouched behind the scars, the eyes oddly innocent. They fight with fists, with… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“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 return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long… — 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 and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the… — 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 Image
I understand that it's the music that keeps me alive... That's my lifeblood. And to give that up for, like, the TV, the cars, the houses - that's not the American dream. That's the booby prize, in the end. Those are the booby prizes. And if you fall for them - if, when you achieve them, you believe that this… — Bruce Springsteen Copy Share
Well, The Day the Earth Caught Fire was a story... I don't if anybody knows what it is but it was about... in the… — Val Guest Copy Share Image
Bush reiterated his stand to conservatives opposing his decision on stem cell research. He said today he believes life begins at conception and ends… — Jay Leno Copy Share Image
Dating someone on the opposite end of the happy spectrum teaches you an incredible amount of patience. — Chris Pine Copy Share Image
What is history after all? History is facts which become lies in the end. — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Sometimes it's just enough for me to have the idea. I don't need to see it through to the end. When it actually happens,… — Amy Sedaris Copy Share Image
In the fight between biology and morality, biology has commonly won in the end. — Semir Zeki Copy Share Image
At the end of night, before you close your eyes, be content with what you've done and be proud of who you are. — Steve Almond Copy Share Image
it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end. — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
I hope that the Palestinians don't make the mistake of unleashing a new intifada. They've tried it twice before, and the consequences were bad for both sides. But I don't think the forces are there (that could carry out) an uprising against the leadership. The people that could initiate it are in Israeli prisons. And what could they hope to… — Tom Segev Copy Share
Believe to the end, even if all men went astray and you were left the only one faithful; bring your offering even then and… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
