Quote by Cormac McCarthy Download Open image ““Things separate from their stories have no meaning.”” — Cormac McCarthy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“What we put in and leave out of our stories tells us something about who we are.” — Eddie S. Glaude Jr Copy Share Image
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“What matters isn't the stories themselves; it's how the stories end.” — Nikki Haley Copy Share Image
“and people could only make sense of complicated matters through stories. Likewise” — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
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“This story was not written for people who do not know what I'm talking about.” — Christopher Higgs Copy Share Image
“Our stories have lives of their own-and it's up to us to make them mean something.” — Francesca Zappia Copy Share Image
“Everyone’s story is just their story. It may have little to do with you, or nothing to do with you.” — Art Hochberg Copy Share Image
“A story is a story, and one may glean from it what one likes. Good sense need not enter into it.” — G. Willow Wilson 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
