Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.
I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.
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.
Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. That is a big point if you know enough to realize what I mean. It makes my destruction inevitable, you see. There are few who understand that.
There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.
Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Tandy.
In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers
I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too. Don't you see, dear, how it was?
It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.
People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.
I don't know what I shall do. I just want to go away and look at people and think.
...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.
He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.
Many people must live and die alone, even in Winesburg.
If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.
To be civilized, really, is to be aware of the others, their hopes, their gladnesses, their illusions about life.
She is always pretending she loves me, but look at her now. Am I in her thoughts? Is there a tender look in her eyes? Is she dreaming of me as she walks along the streets?
I thought of a lot of things to do, but they wouldn't work. They all hurt some one else.
Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved.
I may stay here in this town another day or I may go on to another town. No one knows where I am. I am taking this bath in life, as you see, and when I have had enough of it I shall go home feeling refreshed.
One does so hate to admit that the average woman is kinder, finer, more quick of sympathy and on the whole so much more first class than the average man.
It's no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.
It did not seem to them that anything that could happen in the future could blot out the wonder and beauty of the thing that had happened.
It is this - that everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified. That's what I want to say. Don't you forget that. Whatever happens, don't you dare let yourself forget.
More absurdity in myself, endless absurdities. My own childishness sometimes amused me. Would it amuse others? Were others like myself, hopelessly childish?
She was very quiet but beneath a placid exterior a continual ferment went on.
I have always been one who wanted a great of love, admiration and respect from others without having to go to all the trouble of deserving it.
How dirty she was, how thin, what a wild look she had! I have never seen a wilder-looking creature. Her eyes were bright. They were like the eyes of a wild animal.
There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood.
Those of my critics who declare I have no feeling for form will be filled with delight over the meandering formlessness of these notes.
If England was the mother of the Big Boy, America, she was, I fear, a woman of questionable virtue. No one knows for certain who the father was.
It might be that women who have been nurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taught to have too much respect
Robert Ingersoll came to [a small Midwest town] to speak . . . , and after he had gone the question of the divinity of Christ for months occupied the minds of the citizens.
Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.
Most boys have seasons of wishing they could die gloriously instead of just being grocery clerks and going on with their humdrum lives.
