Cormac McCarthy Quotes

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

This whole country is a graveyard, and we are all constantly walking on the bones

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Blood and death. That moves me.

I lost my faith in God when I lost my daughter to Cancer, the beast. I begged, I cried, I offered my life for hers, and day by day, I watched that beautiful little Angel slip off. So, excuse me for not taking my seat next to you on Sunday in Church, I feel too cheated to worship.

Let me die because I do not want to see the sun again.

I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me.

Nobody likes a child to die or losing an election.

People die because they find living too painful.

To me, death is dark, pain, grief.

I can feel myself dying inside.

Death at times seems like a dark tunnel to be traveled, and the future seems bleak.

I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it--it, the physical act. I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine.

If the whole world is evil, then the tragedy that befell you is justified," she went on. "That would make it easier for you to accept the deaths of your wife and daughters. But if good people do exist, then, however much you deny it, your life will be unbearable; because fate set a trap for you, and you know you didn't deserve it. It isn't the light you want to recover, it's the certainty that there is only darkness.

I sat on the bed. I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to make it look like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn't. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that isn't the real horror. The horror is this: in the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness.

...of all things this was the saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn't.

Despair and die. The ghosts

The living will envy the dead.

Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

We had to survive to remember. Otherwise everything we were would disappear. Those people we loved would fade as though we'd never loved them, as if they'd never walked and talked and burned, forgetting them was the real evil. That was the hole of darkness.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

Sometimes, love feels like a life or death situation. Losing true love is pretty much as bad as it gets, other than actually dying or losing good health. Most people know that. Most people can relate. It's like the end of the world.