Quotes from John Steinbeck

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself. What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can read only a few and those perhaps not accurately. A man is a lonely thing.

The new American finds his challenge and his love in traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the townlets wither a time and die.

Nedendir bilmem. Belki de herkes birbirinden korkuyor bu dünya da.

You're pretty full of yourself. You're marveling at the tragic spectacle of Caleb Trask—Caleb the magnificent, the unique. Caleb whose suffering should have its Homer. Did you ever think of yourself as a snot-nose kid—mean sometimes, incredibly generous sometimes? Dirty in your habits, and curiously pure in your mind. Maybe you have a little more energy than most, just energy, but outside of that you're very like all the other snot-nose kids.

Jim said, "It's something that grows out of a fight like this. Suddenly you feel the great forces at work that create little troubles like this strike of ours. And the sight of those forces does something to you, picks you up and makes you act. I guess that's where authority comes from.

I'm learnin' one thing good,'' she said. "Learnin' it all a time, ever' day. If you're in trouble or hurt or need—go to poor people. They're the only ones that'll help—the only ones.'' The

Midesinin hemen üstünde bir aÄŸr? vard?, tekinsiz bir düÅŸünceyi and?ran bir endiÅŸe. Weltschmerz (Welshrats derdik eskiden), yani dünyan?n kederiydi: Bir gaz gibi yükselerek ruha nüfuz eder, umutsuzluk yayar, öyle ki, neden kaynakland???n? arar, bulamaz insan.

we're gonna have a little house and a couple of acres an' a cow and some pigs

I take my two pipes in the afternoon, no more and no less, like the elders. And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing—maybe more important than a star.

Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; make that's the Holy Sperit - the human spirit - the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.

The lore had not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.

He had thought over the ruin of his status as a man with a house to rent; and, all this clutter of necessary and decent emotion having been satisfied and swept away, he had finally slipped into his true emotion, one of relief that at least one of his burdens was removed. "If it were still there, I would be covetous of the rent," he thought. "My friends have been cool toward me because they owed me money. Now we can be free and happy again.

Sen belki bütün gece gezmeyi saÄŸl?kl? buluyorsundur ama Yüce Tanr?m?z bu konuda ne uygun görürse onu yapacak. Liza Hamilton'la Yüce Tanr?m?z'?n hemen her konuda benzer görüÅŸleri olduÄŸu herkesin malumuydu.

The King James translation makes a promise in 'Thou shalt,' meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—'Thou mayest'—that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if 'Thou mayest'—it is also true that 'Thou mayest not.' Don't

Hani bazen olur ya, o an uzad?, her andan çok daha uzun bir an oldu. Ses kesildi, hareket durdu... uzun süre öylece havada as?l? kalakald? her ÅŸey.

It ain't only the keepin' her out. I kep' her out to get drunk. I knowed they was gonna come a time when I got to get drunk, when I'd get to hurtin' inside so I got to get drunk. Figgered time wasn' yet, an' then—the preacher went an' give 'imself up to save Tom.

I know what you hate. You hate something in them you can't understand. You don't hate their evil. You hate the good in them you can't get at. I wonder what you want, what final thing.

Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.

Says one time he went out in the wilderness to find his own soul, an' he foun' he didn' have no soul that was his'n. Says he foun' he jus' got a little piece of a great big soul. Says a wilderness ain't no good, 'cause his little piece of a soul wasn't no good 'less it was with the rest, an' was whole.

If a fella owns a team a horses, he don't raise no hell if he got to feed 'em when they ain't workin'. But if a fella got men workin' for him, he jus' don't give a damn. Horses is a hell of a lot more worth than men. I don' understan' it.

And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.

Il vino aggiunge maiuscole e asterischi a un buon racconto... a una storia vera.

There was an iron simplicty in the seer. He was like a monolith of logic standing against waves of angry nonsense.

He looked in wonder at angry people, wonder and uneasiness, as normal people look at the insane.