You don't want your hands froze on Christmas, do you.
William Faulknersometimes i lose faith in human nature for a time; i am assailed by doubt.
William FaulknerStichwörter: happy-playgrounds-cora
it's better to build a tight chicken coop than a shoddy courthouse.
William FaulknerStichwörter: happy-playgrounds-cash
I kept thinking that. I don’t know why it is I can’t seem to learn that a woman’ll do anything.
William FaulknerČovjek! Ljudi! Propustit će stotinu dobrih prilika samo da se upetlja ondje gdje ga nitko ne traži. Propustit će i neće opaziti prilike da stekne bogatstvo, slavu ili učini neko dobro djelo, a katkada, možda, i zlo. Ali nikada neće propustiti da se ne upetlja ondje gdje ga ne treba.
William FaulknerThat’s what they mean by the womb of time: the agony and the despair of spreading bones, the hard girdle in which lie the outraged entrails of events.
William FaulknerIt was too late. Maybe yesterday, while I was still a child, but not now. I knew too much, had seen too much, I was a child no longer now; innocence and childhood were forever lost, forever gone from me.
William FaulknerStichwörter: growing-up awakening
I lied," I said. ...
"I know it," he said.
"Then do something about it. Do anything, just so it's something."
"I cant," he said.
"There aint anything to do? Not anything?"
"I didn't say that," Grandfather said. "I said I couldn't. You can."
"What?" I said. "How can I forget it? Tell me how to."
"You cant," he said. "Nothing is ever forgotten. Nothing is ever lost. It's too valuable."
"Then what can I do?"
"Live with it," Grandfather said.
"Live with it? You mean, forever? For the rest of my life? Not ever to get rid of it? Never? I cant. Dont you see that I cant?"
"Yes you can," he said. "You will. A gentleman always does. A gentleman can live through anything. He faces anything. A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences, even when he did not himself instigate them but only acquiesced to them, didn't say No though he knew he should.
Stichwörter: lying acceptance-of-oneself forgiving-the-past
Your outside is just what you live in, sleep in, and has little connection with who you are and even less with what you do.
William FaulknerStichwörter: acceptance-of-oneself
. . .in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and---from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization.
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