Cormac McCarthy Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Squares, Cafes

  Cormac McCarthy (2012). “All the Pretty Horses”, p.291, Pan Macmillan

• Only now is the child finally divested of all that he has been. His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Children, Heart, Destiny

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.5, Pan Macmillan

• I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Believe, Heart, Looks

• Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Atheist, Heart, Atheism

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.266, Pan Macmillan

• A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Running, Heart, Men

  "Blood Meridian or the Evening Redness in the West". Book by Cormac McCarthy, Chapter II, 1985.

• He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Air, Wind

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road”, p.10, Pan Macmillan

• He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Pain, Flower, Heart

  Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.268, Pan Macmillan

• You have my whole heart. You always did.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Fidelity, Whole

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road film tie-in”, p.298, Pan Macmillan

• No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Pain, Grief, Heart

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road”, p.56, Pan Macmillan

• If only my heart were stone.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Stones, My Heart

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road”, p.10, Pan Macmillan

• He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to holo

  Cormac McCarthy

  Horse, War, Heart

  Cormac McCarthy (2012). “All the Pretty Horses”, p.114, Pan Macmillan

• Suttree surfaced from these fevered deeps to hear a maudlin voice chant latin by his bedside, what medieval ghost come to usurp his fallen corporeality. An oiled thumball redolent of lime and sage pondered his shuttered lids.Miserere mei, Deus ...His ears anointed, his lips ... omnis maligna discordia ... Bechrismed with scented oils he lay boneless in a cold euphoria. Japheth when you left your father's house the birds had flown. You were not prepared for such weathers. You'd spoke too lightly of the winter in your father's heart. We saw you in the streets. Sad.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Latin, Father, Heart

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.447, Pan Macmillan

• Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Spring, Fall, Heart

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Crossing”, p.156, Pan Macmillan

• It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Memories, Heart, Names

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Crossing”, p.296, Pan Macmillan

• A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Wil or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's destiny is as large as the world he inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well. The desert upon which so many have been broken is vast and calls for largeness of heart but it is also ultimately empty. It is hard, it is barren. Its very nature is stone.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Fate, Destiny

• The one thing I can tell you is that you wont survive for yourself. I know because I would never have come this far. A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body. As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Together, Would Be

  Cormac McCarthy (2007). “The Road”, p.49, Vintage

• Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Men, Shapes

  Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.108, Pan Macmillan

• Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. - The judge

  Cormac McCarthy

  War, Heart, Men

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.349, Pan Macmillan

• He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Taken, Heart, Simple

• If much in the world were mystery the limits of that world were not, for it was without measure or bound and there were contained within it creatures more horrible yet and men of other colors and beings which no man has looked upon and yet not alien none of it more than were their own hearts alien in them, whatever wilderness contained there and whatever beasts.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Men, Color

  Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.145, Pan Macmillan

• But this man had set down with a hammer and chisel and carved out a stone water trough to last ten thousand years. Why was that? What was it that he had faith in? It wasn't that nothin' would change. Which is what you might think, I suppose. He had to know better'n that. I've thought about it a good deal. . . And I have to say that the only thing I can think is that there was some sort of promise in his heart. And I don't have no intentions of carvin' a stone water trough. But I would like to be able to make that kind of promise. I think that's what I would like most of all.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Men, Thinking

• See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Mother, Children, Passion

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.74, Pan Macmillan

• Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Art, Rain, Weather

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.440, Pan Macmillan

• In the spaniards heart is a great yearning for freedom, but only his own. A great love for truth and honor in all its forms, but not in its substance. And a deep conviction that nothing can be proven except that it be made to bleed. Virgins, bulls, men. Ultimately God himself.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Men, Great Love

  Cormac McCarthy (2012). “All the Pretty Horses”, p.235, Pan Macmillan

• She said that these were things all women knew yet seldom spoke of. Lastly she said that if women were drawn to rash men it was only that in their secret hearts they knew that a man who would not kill for them was of no use at all.

  Cormac McCarthy

  Heart, Men, Secret

  Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Crossing”, p.331, Pan Macmillan

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