Frases de Cormac McCarthy

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“Em que é que o que nunca existirá difere do que nunca existiu?”

“Nem todas as palavras prestes a morrer são portadoras da verdade e a bênção que proporcionam não é menos genuína por se ver privada dos seus fundamentos.”

“As pessoas estavam sempre a preparar-se para o futuro. Eu não acreditava nisso. O futuro não se estava a preparar para elas. O futuro nem sabia que elas existiam.”

“E se eu te dissesse que ele é um deus?
O velho abanou a cabeça. Já não acredito em nada disso. Deixei de acreditar há anos. Onde os homens não conseguem viver, os deuses não têm melhor sorte. Vais ver. É melhor estar sozinho.”

“A vida é breve, e passar o tempo todo fazendo o que os outros querem que você faça não é o modo de vivê-la.”

“Como num daqueles jogos que se jogam nas festas. Diz a palavra ao ouvido do seguinte. Por isso, sejamos parcimoniosos. Aquilo que alteramos nas recordações também em a sua realidade, conhecida ou não.”

“O capitão se curvou para trás e cruzou os braços. Estamos lidando aqui é com uma raça de degenerados, disse. Uma raça de mestiços, não muito melhor que negros. E talvez nem isso. Não existe governo no México. Diabo, não existe Deus no México. Nunca vai existir. A gente está lidando com um povo absolutamente incapaz de se governar sozinho. E sabe o que acontece com povos que não conseguem se governar sozinhos? Isso mesmo. Outros vêm e governam por eles.”

“Encheu o copo. Beba, disse. O mundo continua a girar. Temos dança todas as noites e esta não é exceção. O caminho direto e o tortuoso são um só e agora que você está aqui de valem que os anos decorridos desde a última ocasião em que nos encontramos? As lembranças do homem são incertas e o passado que ocorreu difere pouco do passado que não.”

“The priest looked at him. Do I know you? he said.
Suttree placed one hand on the pew in front of him. An old woman was going along the altar rail with a dusting rag. He struggled to his feet. No, he said. You dont know me.
The priest stepped back, inspecting is clothes, his fishstained shoes.
I just fell asleep a minute. I was resting.
The priest gave a little smile, lightly touched with censure, remonstrance gentled. God's house is not exactly the place to take a nap, he said.
It's not God's house.
I beg your pardon?
It's not God's house.
Oh?
Suttree waved his hand vaguely and stepped past the priest and went down the aisle. The priest watched him. He smiled sadly, but a smile for that.”

“We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn't fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.”

“People see what they want to see.”

“How to prevail over that which you refuse to acknowledge the existence of.”

“I don't aim to quit while I'm ahead. I just aim to quit.”

“He said that while one would like to say that God will punish those who do such things and that people often speak in just this way it was his experience that God could not be spoken for and that men with wicked histories often enjoyed lives of comfort and that they died in peace and were buried with honor. He said that it was a mistake to expect too much of justice in this world. He said that the notion that evil is seldom rewarded was greatly overspoken for if there were no advantage to it then men would shun it and how could virtue then be attached to its repudiation?”

“…death seemed the most prevalent feature of the landscape.”

“I can man anything that eats. Get me a piece of jerky. —John Joel Glanton.”

“It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong.”

“There's no such thing as life without bloodshed. I think the notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up their souls, their freedom. Your desire that it be that way will enslave you and make your life vacuous.”

“I cant back up and start over. But I dont see the point in slobberin over it. And I cant see where it would make me feel better to be able to point a finger at somebody else.”

“It had already occurred to him that he would probably never be safe again in his life and he wondered if that was something that you got used to. And if you did?”

“The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.”

“It's like a lot of things, said the smith. Do the least part of it wrong and ye'd just as well to do it all wrong.”

“Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them”

“White: You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesnt mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.”

“This is a terrible place to die in.
Where’s a good one?”

“How many is there, John?.
Did you learn to whisper in a sawmill?”

“When he looked back at the primadonna she was watching them through the spyglasses. As if she might better assess them in that way where they set forth upon the shadowbanded road, the coming twilight. Inhabiting only that ocular ground in which the country appeared out of nothing and vanished again into nothing, tree and rock and the darkening mountains beyond, all of it contained and itself containing only what was needed and nothing more.”

“Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A person's path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change abruptly. And the shape of your path was visible from the beginning.”

“It is not my experience that life’s difficulties make people more charitable.”

“The hour that followed was a long hour.”

“…he shook his head at the wonderful invention of folly in its guises and forms.”

“If it ain't a mess, it'll do till the mess gets here.”

“Whatever voice spoke to him was no demon but some old shed self that came yet from time to time in the name of sanity, a hand to gentle him back from the rim of his disastrous wrath.”

“The judge placed his hands on the ground. He looked at his inquisitor. This is my claim, he said. And yet everywhere upon it are pockets of autonomous life. Autonomous. In order for it to be mine nothing must be permitted to occur upon it save by my dispensation.”

“Black: Belief aint like unbelief. If you a believer then you got to come finally to a well of belief itself and then you dont have to look no further. There aint no further. But the unbeliever has got a problem. He has set out to unravel the world, but everthing he can point to that aint true leaves two new things layin there. If God walked the earth when he got done makin it then when you get up in the mornin' you get to put your feet on a real floor and you dont have to worry about where it come from. But if he didnt then you got to come up with a whole other description of what you even mean by real. And you got to judge everything by that same light. If light is is. Includin yourself. One question fits all.”

“They rode on. They rode like men invested with a purpose whose origins were antecedent to them, like blood legatees of an order both imperative and remote. For although each man among them was discrete unto himself, conjoined they made a thing that had not been before and in that communal soul were wastes hardly reckonable more than those whited regions on old maps where monsters do live and where there is nothing other of the known world save conjectural winds.”

“Yes, he said. I busted him and he busted me. That's fair, ain't it?The boy was still silent, calmly incredulous.No, Sylder went on, I ain't forgettin about jail. You think because he arrested me that throws it off again I reckon? I don't. It's his job. It's what he gets paid for. To arrest people that break the law. And I didn't jest break the law, I made a livin at it.”