185 Quotes by Sherwood Anderson

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed.

Work accomplished means little. It is in the past. What we all want is the glorious and living present.

What is to be got at to make the air sweet, the ground good under the feet, can only be got at by failure, trial, again and again and again failure.

It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.

Nothing gives quite the satisfaction that doing things brings.

Sometimes I think we Americans are the loneliest people in the world. To be sure, we hunger for the power of affection, the self-acceptance that gives life. It is the oldest and strongest hunger in the world. But hungering is not enough.

Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life.

You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.