A Diamond Guitar Quotes

“The stars were his pleasure, but tonight they did not comfort him; they did not make him remember that what happens to us on earth is lost in the endless shine of eternity. Gazing at them-the stars-he thought of the jewelled guitar and its worldly glitter.”
― Truman Capote, A Diamond Guitar

“For a long while- for many years, in fact- he had not thought of how it was before he came to the farm. His memory of those times was like a house where no one lives and where the furniture has rotted away. But tonight it was as if lamps had been lighted through all the gloomy dead rooms. It had begun to happen when he saw Tico Feo coming through the dusk with his splendid guitar. Until that moment he had not been lonesome. Now, recognizing his loneliness, he felt alive. He had not wanted to be alive. To be alive was to remember brown rivers where the fish run, and sunlight on a lady's hair.”
― Truman Capote, A Diamond Guitar

“What happens to us on earth is lost in the endless shine of eternity.”
― Truman Capote, A Diamond Guitar

“His voice with its Cuban accent was soft and sweet as a banana.”
― Truman Capote, A Diamond Guitar

“Y permaneció allí, susurrando los nombres de las estrellas a medida que iban abriendo sus flores en lo alto del cielo. Le gustaban mucho las estrellas, pero aquella noche no le sirvieron de consuelo; no bastaron para recordarle que lo que nos ocurre a los que vivimos en la tierra carece de importancia contemplado desde el eterno fulgor de la eternidad. Mirándolas, volvió a pensar en la guitarra tachonada de brillantes, en su relumbrón mundano.”
― Truman Capote, A Diamond Guitar

“Sus dedos acarician las cuerdas: después, el mundo.”
― Truman Capote, A Diamond Guitar

“He stood there whispering the names of the evening stars as they opened in flower above him. The stars were his pleasure, but tonight they did not comfort him: they did not make him remember that what happens to us on earth is lost in the endless shine of eternity.”
― Truman Capote, A Diamond Guitar

“In the night his hand sometimes searches it out, and his fingers drift across the strings: then, the world.”
― Truman Capote, A Diamond Guitar