“There is so much truth in children and so little self-consciousness. It always strikes me that they are so capable of losing and finding themselves and also losing and finding those things they feel close to.” FeelsChildrenLittlesSelfConsciousnessFindingsCapableLosingStrikesSelf Consciousness Author:Carson McCullers
“I'm not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these beautiful feelings and loose little pleasures inside me. And this woman was something like an assembly line for my soul. I run these little pieces of myself through her and I come out complete. Now do you follow me?” LittlesSoulFeelingsRunningBeautifulLinesPleasurePiecesHappenedMy SoulExplainingAssemblyFollow MeAssembly Line Book:The Ballad of the Sad Café Source: The Ballad of the Sad Café
“But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth? If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all. Often after you have sweated and tried and things are not better for you, there comes a feeling deep down in the soul that you are not worth much.” IfsHumansLooksMayLittlesHas BeensSoulFeelingsSeemsValuesGivenTakenPaidHuman LifeDeep Down Book:The Ballad of the Sad Cafe Source: The Ballad of the Sad Cafe
“Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else. Being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things. Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.” IfsHumansLittlesSoulEndsLyingNightLeftExistenceTablesLibraryCardsEveningThrownBeing HumanBentPersonal LifeDay And NightRagsPlaying Cards Book:Collected Stories of Carson McCullers Source: Collected Stories of Carson McCullers
“Sometimes this fellow's music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.” LittlesSometimesPiecesFellowsCandyCrystalsSaddest Book:The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter Source: The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter
