All the pretty horses Quote by Cormac McCarthy Download Open image “There is no greater monster than reason.” — Cormac McCarthy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare All the pretty horses Greater Intelligence Monsters Reason
“Monsters, monsters! But there are no monsters! What you call monsters are superior forms, or forms beyond your understanding. Aren't the gods monsters? Isn't… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order. — Denis Diderot Copy Share Image
“The most monstrous monster is the monster with noble feelings” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
Becoming a monster sometimes isn't a choice that you have. We're all that; we're all 'the other' in one way or another. — Emil Ferris Copy Share Image
Monsters exist because we create them, through war and violence, and distortion, and the way we handle people and so on. — Leon Golub Copy Share Image
Monsters exist because they are part of the divine plan, and in the horrible features of those same monsters the power of the creator… — Umberto Eco 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
“He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
My daddy used to tell me not to chew on somethin that was eatin you. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The rain had ripened all the country around and the roadside grass was luminous and green from the run-off and flowers were in bloom… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Men believe the cure for war is war as the curandero prescribes the serpent's flesh for its bite.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us.… — 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. All his… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
