Thomas Wolfe Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Toil on, son, and do not lose heart or hope. Let nothing you dismay. You are not utterly forsaken. I, too, am here--here in the darkness waiting, here attentive, here approving of your labor and your dream.

  Thomas Wolfe

  Dream, Heart, Son

  Thomas Wolfe (2016). “You Can't Go Home Again”, p.524, Thomas Wolfe

• In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

  Thomas Wolfe

  Beautiful, Lying, Heart

  Thomas Wolfe, Francis E. Skipp (1989). “The Complete Short Stories Of Thomas Wolfe”, p.65, Simon and Schuster

• The thought of these vast stacks of books would drive him mad: the more he read, the less he seemed to know — the greater the number of the books he read, the greater the immense uncountable number of those which he could never read would seem to be…. The thought that other books were waiting for him tore at his heart forever.

  Thomas Wolfe

  Book, Heart, Numbers

  Thomas Wolfe (1999). “Of Time and the River: A Legend of Man's Hunger in His Youth”, p.115, Simon and Schuster

• There came to him an image of man’s whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all man’s life was like a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable and terrifying darkness, and that all man’s grandeur, tragic dignity, his heroic glory, came from the brevity and smallness of this flame. He knew his life was little and would be extinguished, and that only darkness was immense and everlasting. And he knew that he would die with defiance on his lips, and that the shout of his denial would ring with the last pulsing of his heart into the maw of all-engulfing night.

  Thomas Wolfe

  Heart, Night, Men

• The old hunger for voyages fed at his heart....To go alone...into strange cities; to meet strange people and to pass again before they could know him; to wander, like his own legend, across the earth--it seemed to him there could be no better thing than that.

  Thomas Wolfe

  Heart, Cities, People

• My dear, dear girl [. . .] we can't turn back the days that have gone. We can't turn life back to the hours when our lungs were sound, our blood hot, our bodies young. We are a flash of fire--a brain, a heart, a spirit. And we are three-cents-worth of lime and iron--which we cannot get back.

  Thomas Wolfe

  Girl, Heart, Iron

• By God, I shall spend the rest of my life getting my heart back, healing and forgetting every scar you put upon me when I was a child. The first move I ever made, after the cradle, was to crawl for the door, and every move I have made since has been an effort to escape.

  Thomas Wolfe

  Children, Moving, Healing

  Thomas Wolfe, Arlyn Bruccoli, Matthew Joseph Bruccoli (2000). “O Lost: A Story of the Buried Life”, p.538, Univ of South Carolina Press

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