Cormac McCarthy Quotes about Morning

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Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other

Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.

Cormac McCarthy

Courage, Morning, Betrayal

Cormac McCarthy (1992). “All the Pretty Horses”, Alfred a Knopf Incorporated

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

Cormac McCarthy

Morning, Hair, Black

Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.185, Pan Macmillan

My daddy always told me to just do the best you knew how and tell the truth. He said there was nothin to set a man’s mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were. And if you done somethin wrong just stand up and say you done it and say you’re sorry and get on with it. Don’t haul stuff around with you.

Cormac McCarthy

Inspirational, Morning, Sorry

"No Country for Old Men". Book by Cormac McCarthy, July 19, 2005.

There was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were.

Cormac McCarthy

Morning, Men, Mind

"No Country for Old Men Novel by Cormac McCarthy". Book by Cormac McCarthy, July 19, 2005.

Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun.

Cormac McCarthy

Morning, Light, Long

Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Suttree”, p.7, Pan Macmillan