239 Quotes by Carson McCullers

Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all...

That was all he wanted for himself – to give to her. Biff’s mouth hardened. He had done nothing wrong but in him he felt a strange guilt. Why? The dark guilt in all men, unreckoned and without a name.

There are times when a man’s greatest need is to have someone to love, some focal point for his diffused emotions. Also there are times when the irritations, disappointments, and fears of life, restless as spermatozoids, must be released in hate.

The eyes of his friend were moist and dark, and in them he saw the little rectangled pictures of himself that he had watched a thousand times.

She belonged to no club and was a member of nothing in the world.

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.

He was like a man who had served a term in prison or had been to Harvard College or had lived for a long time with foreigners in South America.

It wasn’t like she was lonely and in fact – she had understood it all in every way except with her brain. Now she knew that she knew.

Aber die Erinnerung kommt nie von vorne auf einen zu – sie kommt seitlich um die Ecke.