They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurerance of our identities? I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was so egotist...he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the beautiful comrade, the only inseparatable love...poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point.
Truman CapoteThe brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.
Truman Capote[C]locks indeed must have thier sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?
Truman Capote[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.
Truman CapoteI loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.
Truman CapoteLove should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.
Truman CapoteWhat I’ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany’s. It calms me down right away, the quiteness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there
Truman CapoteIt’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes.
Truman CapoteMots clés love-nature-sky-thunder
I'll wager at the end a body realizes the Lord has already shown Himself. That things as they are -- her hand circles in a gesture that gathers clouds and kites and grass and Queenie pawing earth over her bone - just what they've always seen, was seeing Him. As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes.
Truman Capoteour real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.
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