Cormac McCarthy Quotes about Pain

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He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

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Pain, Flower, Heart

Cormac McCarthy (2013). “The Border Trilogy”, p.268, Pan Macmillan

Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.

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Pain, Pale, Loses

Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Crossing”, p.301, Pan Macmillan

Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don't have something in the back of your head driving you nuts, you may not do anything. It's not a good arrangement. If I were God, I wouldn't have done it that way.

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Pain, Writing, Nuts

No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

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Pain, Grief, Heart

Cormac McCarthy (2010). “The Road”, p.56, Pan Macmillan

He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.

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Pain, Soul, Might

Cormac McCarthy (2010). “All the Pretty Horses”, p.263, Pan Macmillan