Dzieło
To nie jest kraj dla starych ludzi
Cormac McCarthyDroga
Cormac McCarthyAll the Pretty Horses
Cormac McCarthyCormac McCarthy słynne cytaty
Źródło: Rącze Konie (ang. All the Pretty Horses; 1992), tłum. Jędrzej Polak
„Zapominamy to, co chcemy pamiętać, a pamiętamy to, o czym chcielibyśmy zapomnieć.”
Źródło: Droga (ang. The road; 2006), tłum. Robert Sudół
To nie jest kraj dla starych ludzi (2005)
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. (ang.)
To nie jest kraj dla starych ludzi (2005)
„Na tej planecie jedna rzecz jest pewna, a mianowicie to, że szczęście nie wali drzwiami i oknami.”
To nie jest kraj dla starych ludzi (2005)
Cormac McCarthy: Cytaty po angielsku
“When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.”
Źródło: The Road
Wariant: Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
Źródło: All the Pretty Horses
“It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.”
Źródło: All the Pretty Horses
“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.”
Źródło: No Country for Old Men (2005)
“You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.”
Źródło: The Road
“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”
Źródło: All the Pretty Horses
Blood Meridian (1985)
Źródło: Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Kontekst: He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake. He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.
All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Kontekst: He remembered Alejandra and the sadness he'd first seen in the slope of her shoulders which he'd presumed to understand and of which he knew nothing and he felt a loneliness he'd not known since he was a child and he felt wholly alien to the world although he loved it still. He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought 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.
Źródło: No Country for Old Men (2005)
Kontekst: You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all. Start over. And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who's layin there?
“Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.”
Źródło: All the Pretty Horses
“War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.”
The judge
Blood Meridian (1985)
Źródło: Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
“I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.”
Źródło: All the Pretty Horses
“Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
Źródło: The Road
“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.”
Źródło: The Road
Źródło: All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Kontekst: He thought he'd be an object of some curiosity but the people he saw only nodded gravely to him and passed on. He carried the bucket back into the store and went down the street to where there was a small cafe and he entered and sat at one of the three small wooden tables. The floor of the cafe was packed mud newly swept and he was the only customer. He stood the rifle against the wall and ordered huevos revueltos and a cup of chocolate and he sat and waited for it to come and then he ate very slowly. The food was rich to his taste and the chocolate was made with canela and he drank it and ordered another and folded a tortilla and ate and watched the horses standing in the square across the street and watched the girls. They'd hung the gazebo with crepe and it looked like a festooned brush-pile. The proprietor showed him great courtesy and brought him fresh tortillas hot from the comal and told him that there was to be a wedding and that it would be a pity if it rained. He inquired where he might be from and showed surprise he'd come so far. He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.