William Faulkner Quotes - Page 13 | Just Great DataBase

escaped at last into a world of pure illusion in which, safe from any harm, she moved, lived, from attitude to attitude

Yes, we laughed, because I have learned this at least during these four years: that it really requires an empty stomach to laugh with, that only when you are hungry or frightened do you extract some ultimate essence out of laughing just as the empty stomach extracts the ultimate essence out of alcohol.

Es gab einmal – Merken Sie, wie sich, von der Sonne an dieser Wand hervorgepresst, der Duft der Glyzinie herauslöst und (vom Licht ungehindert) wie in einer heimlichen Weiterleitung von Teilchen zu Teilchen der Myriaden von Elementen der Dunkelheit dieses Zimmer durchdringt? Das ist die Substanz der Erinnerung – Gefühl, Gesicht, Geruch: die Muskeln, mit denen wir sehen, hören und fühlen – nicht Bewusstsein, nicht Denken: So etwas wie Gedächtnis gibt es nicht: Das Gehirn entsinnt sich nur dessen, wonach die Muskeln greifen: nicht mehr, nicht weniger: Und was dabei herauskommt, ist normalerweise ungenau und falsch und verdient nur die Bezeichnung Traum.

She accepted that--not reconciled: accepted--as though there is a breathing-point in outrage when you can accept it almost with gratitude since you can say to yourself, 'thank God, this is all; at least I now know all of it--

But he was not a coward...not so much to the idea of pouring out human blood and life, but at the idea of waste of wearing out and eating up and shooting away material in any cause whatever.

resembling in his spectacles and nothing else (from the waist down the table concealed him; anyone entering the room would have taken him to be stark naked) a baroque effigy created out of colored cake dough by someone with a faintly nightmarish affinity for the perverse,

We have a few old mouth-to-mouth tales; we exhume from old trunks and boxes and drawers letters without salutation or signature, in which men and women who once lived and breathed are now merely initials or nicknames out of some now incomprehensible affection which sound to us like Sanskrit or Chocktaw; we see dimly people, the people in whose living blood and seed we ourselves lay dormant and waiting, in this shadowy attenuation of time possessing now heroic proportions, performing their acts of simple passion and simple violence, impervious to time and inexplicable.

I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind—and that of the minds of the ones who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or town.

I made it on the bevel.

Meet Mrs. Bundren

The Lord can see into the heart. If it is His will that some folks has different ideas about honesty from other folks, it is not my place to question His decree.

I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. And

He just stood and looked at his dying mother, his heart too full for words.

Je me rappelais que mon père avait coutume de dire que le but de la vie c'est de se préparer à rester mort très longtemps.

The somebody you was young with and you growed old in her and she growed old in you, seeing the old coming in and it was one somebody you could hear say it don't matter and know it was the truth outen the hard world ad all a man's grief and trials.

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.

Vorbele nu-s bune la nimic; vorbele nu se potrivesc nici chiar cu ceea ce încearcă ele să zică. Maternitatea a fost inventată de cineva căruia îi trebuia un cuvânt pentru asta. Frica a fost inventată de cineva căruia nu i-a fost niciodată frică; mândria, de cel care nu a avut niciodată mândrie. Trebuie ca noi să ne folosim unul de altul cu ajutorul cuvintelor, ca păienjenii atârnați cu gura de-o grindă, legănându-se și răsucindu-se și niciodată atingând pământul.

I said You don't know what worry is. I don't know what it is. I don't know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not. I don't know whether I can cry or not. I don't know whether I have tried to or not. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

It’s like a man that’s let everything slide all his life to get set on something that will make the most trouble for everybody he knows.

Él ha dicho: «Lo siento aún más que tú». Y yo he dicho: «Tú no sabes qué tormento es que yo no pueda sentirlo. Hago por sentirlo, pero no puedo pensar en ello lo suficiente para sentirlo».