But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There's no godliness there.
But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There's no godliness there.
It was quite normal in that day for a man to use up three or four wives in a normal lifetime.
Parents took honor from a daughter who was a teacher.
The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.
When you're a child you're the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to.
At night frantic men walked boldly to hen roosts and carried off the squawking chickens. If they were shot at, they did not run, but splashed sullenly away; and if they were hit, they sank tiredly in the mud.
The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads.
Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.
Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is--and a woman too, I guess.
Money is not nice. Money got no friends but more money.
But you must give him some sign, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.
It's a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.
People like you to be something, preferably what they are.
The house was clean, scrubbed and immaculate, curtains washed, windows polished, but all as a man does it - the ironed curtains did not hang quite straight and there were streaks on the windows and a square showed on the table when a book was moved.
You can boast about anything if it's all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother
The hell with it! There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of nice, but that's as far as any man got a right to say.
Part of the far shore disappeared into a shimmer that looked like water. There was no certainty in seeing, no proof that what you saw was there or was not there. And the people of the Gulf expected all places were that way, and it was not strange to them.
He saw something that makes a man doubtful of the constancy of the realities outside himself. It was the shocking discovery that makes a man wonder if I've missed this, what else have I failed to see?
Nobody changes. Nobody gets hurt.
Courage and fear were one thing too.
I've never been content to pass a stone without looking under it. And it is a black disappointment to me that I can never see the far side of the moon.
Perhaps it takes courage to raise children..
The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost. That's a running sore.
You're going to pass something down no matter what you do or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.
He drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.
The land is so much more than its analysis.
She gathered some brown seaweed and made a flat damp poultice of it, and this she applied to the baby's swollen shoulder, which was as good a remedy as any and probably better than the doctor could have done. But the remedy lacked his authority because it was simple and didn't cost anything.
I guess I'm trying to say, Grab anything that goes by. It may not come around again.
Only God sees the sparrow fall, but even God doesn't do anything about it.
Dessie's friends were good and loyal but they were human, and humans love to feel good and they hate to feel bad.
Let's get it over and the door closed shut on it! Let's close it like a book and go on reading! New chapter, new life.
Perhaps the best conversationalist in the world is the man who helps others to talk.
The ways of sin are curious . . . I guess if a man had to shuck off everything he had, inside and out, he'd manage to hide a few little sins somewhere for his own discomfort. They're the last things we'll give up.
A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down the river.
How can you frighten a man whose hunger is not only in his own cramped stomach but in the wretched bellies of his children? You can't scare him--he has known a fear beyond every other.
The last clear definite function of men-muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need-this is man.
The people say that the two seemed to be removed from human experience; that they had gone through pain and had come out on the other side.
I know three things will never be believed - the true, the probable, and the logical
People who are most afraid of their dreams convince themselves they don't dream at all.
Don't you dare take the lazy way. It's too easy to excuse yourself because of your ancestry. Don't let me catch you doing it! Now -- look close at me so you will remember. Whatever you do, it will be you who do.
Liza had a finely developed sense of sin Idleness was a sin, and card playing, which was a kind of idleness to her. She was suspicious of fun whether it involved dancing or singing or even laughter. She felt that people having a good time were wide open to the devil. And this was a shame, for Samuel was a laughing man, but I guess Samuel was wide open to the devil. His wife protected him whenever she could.
Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.
Then the hard, dry Spaniards came exploring through, greedy and realistic, and their greed was for gold or God. They collected souls as they collected jewels. They gathered mountains and valleys, rivers and whole horizons, the way a man might now gain tittle to building lots.
A water snake glided smoothly up the pool, twisting its periscope head from side to side; and it swam the length of the pool and came to the legs of a motionless heron that stood in the shadows. A silent head and beak lanced down and plucked it out by the head, and the beak swallowed the little snake while its tail waved frantically.
I nearly always write just as I nearly always breathe. - John Steinbeck
The people in flight from the terror behind-strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.
They were students of the expressions of young women as they went in to confession, and they saw them as they came out and read the nature of the sin.
I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.
Strength and success - they are above morality, above criticism. It seems, then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it. Is there a check in men, deep in them, that stops or punishes? There doesn't seem to be. The only punishment is for failure. In effect no crime is committed unless a criminal is caught.
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