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“Who gathers the withered rose?”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“Stars were golden unicorns neighing unheard through blue meadows.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“You are suffering from disappointment. But this will pass away. The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“Sex and death: the front door and the back door of the world.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
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“Wanton stars galloped neighing like unicorns in blue meadows.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“Only fools imply compliments. The wise man comes right out with it, point-blank. Imply criticism--unless the criticized isn't within earshot.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“About women? When I say soldiers I don't mean me. I wasn't no soldier anymore than a man that fixes watches is a watchmaker. And when I say women I don't mean you.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“Freedom comes with the decision: it does not wait for the act.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“It is jealousy, I think, which makes us wish to prevent young people doing the things we had not the courage or the opportunity ourselves to accomplish once, and have not the power to do now.”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay
“Dio è nelle circostanze, Dio è in questa vita.
Io sono un uomo vecchio, troppo vecchio per la lotta e il rancore. Noi ci facciamo il nostro paradiso o il nostro inferno in questo mondo. Chi sa: forse quando moriremo non ci sarà richiesto di andare in alcun luogo né di fare alcuna cosa. Potrebbe essere questo il paradiso.

Oppure altra gente fa il paradiso e l'inferno per noi.

Voi soffrire per la delusione, ma passerà. La cosa più triste dell'amore è che non solo non dura per sempre, ma anche lo strazio è presto dimenticato. Gli uomini sono morti e i vermi gli hanno mangiati, ma non per amore. So che sembra insopportabile convincersi di questo, ma ogni verità è insopportabile”
― William Faulkner, Soldiers' Pay