John Steinbeck Quotes - Page 42 | Just Great DataBase

Seems to me you put too much stock in the affairs of children. It probably didn't mean anything." "Yes, it meant something. Mr. Trask, do you think the thoughts of people suddenly become important at a given age? Do you have sharper feelings or clearer thoughts now than when you were ten? Do you see as well, hear as well, taste as vitally?

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved.

There was the hills, an' there was me, an' we wasn't separate no more. We was one thing. An' that one thing was holy.

Няма нищо по-печално от връзки, които се поддържат единствено посредством лепилото на пощенските марки. Не можеш ли да виждаш, да чуваш, да се докосваш до един човек, най-добре - забрави го!

We're a violent people, Cal. Does it seem strange to you that I include myself? Maybe it's true, that we are all descendants of the restless, the nervous, the criminals, the arguers, and brawlers. But also the brave, and independent, and generous. If our ancestors hadn't been that, they would've stayed in their home plots in the other world and starved over the squeezed-out soil.

I don't think they's luck or bad luck. On'y one thing in this worl' I'm sure of, an' that's I'm sure nobody got a right to mess with a fella's life. He got to do it all hisself. Help him, maybe, but not tell him what to do.

Poetry was a secret vice, and properly so.

Той може да ме е обичал. Все ме изпитваше, нагрубяваше и наказваше, а накрая ме отпрати като жертвоприношение навярно, за да му се опрости нещо. Но теб не те е обичал и затова ти е имал доверие.

Noah the first-born, tall and strange, walking always with a wondering look on his face, calm and puzzled. He had never been angry in his life. He looked in wonder at angry people, wonder and uneasiness, as normal people look at the insane.

eggs will come through on a little conveyor belt—here! I’ll draw it. I want to draw some breakfast, Dessie said. What’s the shape of a fried egg? How would you color the fat and lean of a strip of bacon? You’ll have it, he cried, and he opened the stove lid and assaulted the fire with the stove lifter until the hairs on his hand curled and charred. He pitched wood in and started his high whistling. Dessie said, You sound like some goat-foot with a wheat flute on a hill in Greece. What do you think I am? he shouted. Dessie thought miserably, If his is real, why can’t my heart be light? Why can’t I climb out of my gray ragbag? I will, she screeched inside herself. If he can—I will. She said, Tom! Yes. I want a purple egg.

Laughter comes later, like wisdom teeth, and laughter at yourself comes last of all in a mad race with death, and sometimes it isn’t in time. Her

-აგერ გეტყვი, - წყნარად უპასუხა მან. - მე ვმუშობდი ერთ ვეებერთელა ატმის ბაღში. ცხრა კაცი უვლის წლიდან წლამდე. - ახალგაზრდა ცოტა ხანს გაჩუმდა. - მაგრამ, როცა ნაყოფი შემოვა, სამი ათასი კაცი სჭირდება ორი კვირის მანძილზე. ატამი სასწრაფოდ უნდა დაიკრიფოს, თორემ წახდება, მაშასადამე, რას შვრებიან? ყველგან დაგზავნიან განცხადებებს. ითხოვენ სამი ათას მუშახელს და შოულობენ ექვსი ათასს. ამრიგად, რამდენიც მოესურვებათ, იმდენს აუნაზღაურებენ. თუ არ გნებავს რასაც გაძლევენ, ჯანდაბამდის გზა გქონია! აგერ ათასი მშიერი ელოდება შენს საქმეს. ჰოდა, კრეფ, კრეფ... და ბოლოს მთლად მორჩება. ამ მიდამოებში მხოლოდ ატამია. სულ ერთდროულად შემოდის. რაკი ალო დამთავრდება, ყოველი ცალი მოწეულია. ამ მხარეში სხვა სამუშო არ არის. ამიტომ მეპატრონეებს უკვე აღარ სჭირდები. სამი ათასია შენისთანა. სამუშო დამთავრებულია. ვინღა დაგეძებს. შეძლებისამებრ ქურდობ, შეძლებისამებრ ლოთობ, შეძლებისამებრ სტეხ აურზაურს. გარდა ამისა, აქაურობას აუშნოებ, რაკი დაფლეთილ კარვებში ცხოვრობ. ქვეყანა მშვენიერია, შენ კი სუნი აგდის. ჭირივით ეჯავრები ყველას. ამიტომ წამდაუწუმ გდევნიან და გავიწროებენ. აი, ასეა საქმე

Her mouth was trained to a line that concealed nothing and offered nothing too. But once when Adam was quite small he wandered silently into the kitchen. Alice did not see him. She was darning socks and she was smiling. Adam retired secretly and walked out of the house and into the woodlot to a sheltered place behind a stump that he knew well. He settled deep between the protecting roots. Adam was as shocked as though he had come upon her naked. He breathed excitedly, high against his throat. For Alice had been naked--she had been smiling.

And always, if he had a little money, a man could get drunk. The hard edges gone, and the warmth. Then there was no loneliness, for a man could people his brain with friends, and he could find his enemies and destroy them. Sitting in a ditch, the earth grew soft under him. Failures dulled and the future was no threat. And hunger did not skulk about, but the world was soft and easy, and a man could reach the place he started for.

The greatest terror a child can have is that he is not loved, and rejection is the hell he fears. I think everyone in the world to a large or small extent has felt rejection. And with rejection comes anger, and with anger some kind of crime in revenge for the rejection, and with the crime guilt—and there is the story of mankind. I think that if rejection could be amputated, the human would not be what he is. Maybe

If you're in trouble or hurt or need - go to poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.

It is possible that his virtue lived on a lack of energy.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past? No. Leave it. Burn it.

At the very first he knew he was lying, but it was not long before he was equally sure that every one of his stories was true.

And the great owners, who had become through the might of their holdings both more and less than men