All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy Quotes

“Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place n the iron dark of the world”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide

“The last time he saw her before she returned to Mexico she was coming down out of the mountains riding very stately and erect out of a rainsquall building to the north and the dark clouds towering above her. She rode with her hat pulled down in the front and fastened under her chin with a drawtie and as she rode her black hair twisted and blew about her shoulders and the lightning fell silently through the black clouds behind her and she rode all seeming unaware down through the low hills while the first spits of rain blew on the wind and onto the upper pasturelands and past the pale and reedy lakes riding erect and stately until the rain caught her up and shrouded her figure away in that wild summer landscape: real horse, real rider, real land and sky and yet a dream withal.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide

“They'd put an awning up over the gravesite but the weather was all sideways and it did no good.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide

“The house was built in 1872. Seventy-seven years later his grandfather was the first to die in it. What others had lain in state in that hallway had been carried there on a gate or wrapped in a wagonsheet or delivered crated up in a raw pineboard box with a teamster standing at the door with a bill of lading. The ones that came at all. For the most part they were dead by rumor. A yellowed scrap of newsprint. A letter. A telegram.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide

“...he put his hands on the ground at either side of him and pressed them against the earth and in that coldly burning canopy of black he slowly turned dead center to the world, all of it taut and trembling and moving enormous and alive under his hands.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide

“She paused midway to look back. Standing there trembling in the water and not from the cold for there was none. Do not speak to her. Do not call. When she reached him he held out his hand and she took it. She was so pale in the lake she seemed to be burning. Like foxfire in a darkened wood. That burned cold. Like the moon that burned cold. Her black hair floating on the water about her, falling and floating on the water. She put her other arm about his shoulder and looked toward the moon in the west do not speak to her do not call and then she turned her face up to him. Sweeter for the larceny of time and flesh, sweeter for the betrayal. Nesting cranes that stood singlefooted among the cane on the south shore had pulled their slender beaks from their wingpits to watch. Me quieres? she said. Yes, he said. He said her name. God yes, he said.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide

“He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He though 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.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide

“Nunca sabes cuándo necesitarás a los que has despreciado.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses by Cormac Mc Carthy: Teacher Guide