Carson McCullers
Carson McCullers
Carson McCullerswas an American novelist, short story writer, playwright, essayist, and poet. Her first novel, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, explores the spiritual isolation of misfits and outcasts in a small town of the U.S. South. Her other novels have similar themes and most are set in the deep South...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 February 1917
CityColumbus, GA
CountryUnited States of America
hurt heart numbness
The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
heart-is-a-lonely-hunter without-you meant-to-be-alone
I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
freedom men trying
The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.
caring care closest
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
courage humility imagination
Imagination takes humility, love and great courage.
giving people might
Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.
lonely heart hunters
The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.....
sky light listening
She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
children self littles
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.
song book addresses
There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
struggle ideas goes-on
The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
atheist heart afternoon
But you haven't never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied. You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don't love and don't have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.
hurt real heart
This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings. This music was her—the real plain her...This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
writing
Writing, for me, is a search for God.