Quotes from Sherwood Anderson

Yaln?zd? ve yaln?zl???n karakterinin bir parças?, hiçbir zaman kurtulamayaca?? bir ÅŸey olduÄŸunu düÅŸünüyordu.

Kafas? kar??m?? erkeklerin tabiat?na has darg?nl?k hissi geçmiÅŸti ve olanlar? anlamaya çal???yordu.

Never did he succeed in getting what he wanted out of life and he did not know what he wanted.

Most philosophers must have been raised on chicken farms. One hopes for so much from a chicken and is so dreadfully disillusioned.

People who have few possessions cling tightly to those they have.

He hoped to find some new method of making a living and aspired to become a professional breeder of ferrets.

Wash Williams, the telegraph operator of Winesburg, was the ugliest thing in town. His girth was immense, his neck thin, his legs feeble. He was dirty. Everything about him was unclean. Even the whites of his eyes looked soiled. I go too fast. Not everything about Wash was unclean. He took care of his hands.

In the lives of working people the dramatic and vita moments of death and birth are passed over in silence.

One took slippery elm and let it lie in milk until it became soft. This applied to the burns enabled to sleep better at night.

Günümüzde, kasabas?ndaki bir dükkân?n sobas?n?n yan?nda dikilen bir çiftçinin zihni baÅŸkalar?n?n söylemleriyle dolup ta??yor. Onun zihnini böylesi dolduranlar ise gazeteler ve dergiler. Ä°çinde bir tür güzel, çocuksu masumiyetin de bar?nd??? eski kara cehaletin büyük bir k?sm? sonsuza kadar yok oldu.

The devil—one might face anything if one but knew what was to be faced! ~117, SA: Sh. Stories, 1962

Onun kar?s?y?m ve onun kar?s? olarak kalaca??m" diye f?s?ld?yordu ve kendi kendine geçindirmeye yönelik tüm istekliliÄŸine raÄŸmen gittikçe yayg?nlaÅŸan, kad?nlar?n kendi kendine sahip olma ve kendi ç?karlar?na gözetmeye yönelik modern fikirleri bir türlü anlayam?yordu.

Mutluluk asla bana gelmeyecek. Asla mutlu olamayaca??m. Ne diye kendi kendimi kand?r?yorum ki?" diyerek aÄŸlad? ve gündelik hayat?n?n bir parças?na dönüÅŸmüÅŸ bu korkuyla yüzleÅŸmeye yönelik bu ilk cüretkâr teÅŸebbüsüyle birlikte garip bir rahatlama hissine kap?ld?.

EÄŸer ba??ma bir ÅŸey gelirse, benim yazamad???m kitab? sen yazars?n belki. Fikir çok basit, o kadar basit ki, dikkat etmezsen unutabilirsin. Fikir ÅŸu -dünyadaki herkes Ä°sa'n?n ta kendisi ve bütün hepsi de çarm?hlara gerili. Anlatmak istediÄŸim bu. Sak?n unutma. Ne olursa olsun, bunu sak?n unutay?m deme.

But people who believe in themselves make others believe.

Being alone doesn't mean being where there are no people. It means being where people are all strangers to you.

It is strange being at home I grow dull to little things.

After all, we do seem attached to sin and there are so many people busy making sin unattractive. It is good to find someone who takes the other road.

People in your own family are likely at any moment to do strange, sometimes hurtful things to you. You have to watch them.

Already there was a contest, always kept under the surface, between the father and son. It concerned ways of doing things, decisions to be made. As yet, the son always surrendered. It is like that in a family, little isolated groups formed within the larger group, jealousies, concealed hatreds, silent battles secretly going on…

the important thing to learn is to know what people think, not what they say

Something seemed to open out. There was a little inner world created, always, every day, being re-created, and in it there was a kind of new security.

The beginning of the most materialistic age in the history of the world, when wars would be fought without patriotism, when men would forget God and only pay attention to moral standards, when the will to power would replace the will to serve and beauty would be well-nigh forgotten in the terrible headlong rush of mankind toward the acquiring of possessions, was telling its story to Jesse the man of God as it was to the men about him.

Civilization is perhaps nothing but a process of finding out what you cannot have.