Quotes from William Faulkner

it was as if he had swung outward at the end of a grape vine, over a ravine, and at the top of the swing had been caught in a prolonged instant of mesmerized gravity, weightless in time.

That's what throws a man off—that extra alternative. Just when he has come to realize that living consists in choosing wrongly between two alternatives, to have to choose among three.

Cash is filling up the holes he bored in the top of it. He is trimming out plugs for them, one at a time, the wood wet and hard to work. He could cut up a tin can and hide the holes and nobody wouldn't know the difference. Wouldn't mind, anyway. I have seen him spend a hour trimming out a wedge like it was glass he was working, when he could have reached around and picked up a dozen sticks and drove them into the joint and made it do.

His eyes look like pieces of a broken plate.

Anyway, there is a certain integral consistency which, whether it be right or wrong, a man must cherish because it alone will ever permit him to die.

You carry the symbol of your frustration into eternity.

You mean you won't?" he said. "You mean, you won't?" It was very much like it had been in the school house: someone holding

Don't be a writer; be writing.

Foi quando aprendi que as palavras não servem para nada; que as palavras nunca se adaptam nem mesmo ao que elas querem dizer. Quando ele nasceu compreendi que a maternidade foi inventada por alguém que tinha de arranjar uma palavra para isso, porque as que tinham os filhos não queriam saber se havia ou não uma palavra para isso. Compreendi que o medo foi inventado por alguém que nunca tinha tido medo; o orgulho, por quem nunca tinha sentido orgulho.

Mi sa che le donne riescono a fare del bene senza essere tanto gentili. Gli uomini, be' forse. Ma solo una donna che è anche lei poco per bene sarà davvero gentile con un'altra che ha bisogno di gentilezza

H???rd?yordu otlar, üzerinde gölgemin yürüdüÄŸü.

completely over. For an instant it resists

He aimed for them to stay put like a tree or a stand of corn. Because if He'd a aimed for man to be always a-moving and going somewhere else, wouldn't He put him longways on his belly, like a snake? It stands to reason He would.

Pues cuando Él quiere que una cosa se mueva, bien que la hace alargada, sean caminos o caballos o carros; pero cuando Él quiere que una cosa se esté quieta, la hace para arriba, como los árboles y los hombres.

hating is like drink or drugs and she had used it so long that she did not dare risk cutting off the supply, destroying the source, the very poppy's root and seed?

Well, a man cant keep on going ashore anywhere, let alone Europe, all his life without getting ravaged now and then." "Good God," Monckton said. "I should hope not.

He went on down the hill toward the dark woods within which the liquid silver voices of the birds called unceasing- the rapid and urgent beating o the urgent and quiring heart of the late spring night. He did not look back.

Son siempre los hábitos perezosos adquiridos los que se lamentan. Padre lo dijo: que Cristo no fue crucificado; fue consumido por el minúsculo tictac de unas ruedecitas.

It's not men who cope with death; they resist, try to fight back and get their brains trampled out in consequence; where women just flank it, envelop it in one soft and instantaneous confederation of unresistance like cotton batting or cobwebs, already de-stingered and harmless, not merely reduced to size and usable but even useful like a penniless bachelor or spinster connection always available to fill an empty space or conduct an extra guest down to dinner.

You see, if only people didn't refuse quick and hard to think about next Monday, Virtue wouldn't have such a hard and thankless time of it.

It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end.

And now Boon himself didn't know how to begin. He had prayed for luck, and immediately, by return post you might say, had been vouchsafed more than he knew what to do with. They have told you before this probably that Fortune is a fickle jade, who never withholds but gives, either good or bad: more of the former than you ever believe (perhaps with justice) that you deserve; more of the latter than you can handle. So with Boon. So all he said was, "Well.

Her eyes are like two candles when you watch them gutter down into the sockets of iron candle-sticks. But the eternal and the everlasting salvation and grace is not upon her.

Padre decía que esa especulación constante centrada en la posición de unas manecillas mecánicas sobre una esfera arbitraria es un síntoma del funcionamiento mental. Excremento, decía padre, como el sudor.