Quotes from William Faulkner

War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy. His wife and children may be shoeless; someone will always buy him drink or weapons.

Kiss me, Bayard. No. You are Father's wife. And eight years older than you are. And your fourth cousin too. And I have black hair. Kiss me, Bayard.

I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Which explains a lot, having likewise noticed in my time that the goddess in charge of virtue seems to be the same one in charge of luck, if not of folly also.

En el Sur os da vergüenza ser vírgenes. Jóvenes. Mayores. Todos mienten sobre eso. Porque para las mujeres significa menos -dijo padre. Decía que los hombres fueron los que inventaron la virginidad, no las mujeres.

He could do so much for me if he just would. He could do everything for me.

Anlay???n ötesindeki sevgi dedikleri bu iÅŸte: bu gurur, yan?m?zda getirdiÄŸimiz, ameliyat odalar?na ta??d???m?z, inatla, k?zg?nl?kla yeniden topraÄŸa götürdüÄŸümüz bu iÄŸrenç ç?plakl???m?z? saklama isteÄŸimiz.

They have thundered past now and crashed silently on into the dusk; night has finally come. Yet he still sits at the study window, the street lamp at the corner flickers and glares, so that the bitter shadows of the unwinded maples seem to toss faintly upon the August darkness.

He is both heir and prototype simultaneously of all the geography and climate and biology which sired old Carothers and all the rest of us and our kind, myriad, countless, faceless, even nameless now except himself who fathered himself, intact and complete, contemptuous, as old Carothers must have been, of all blood black white yellow or red, including his own.

The dead air shapes the dead earth in the dead darkness, further away than seeing shapes the dead earth. It lies dead and warm upon me, touching me naked through my clothes. I said You dont know what worry is. I dont know what it is. I dont know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not. I dont know whether I can cry or not. I dont know whether I have tried to or not. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

La mejor manera de considerar a las personas, negras o blancas, es considerarlas tal y como ellas creen que son, y luego dejarlas en paz. Fue entonces cuando me di cuenta de que un negro no es tanto una persona como un modo de ser; una especie de reflejo invertido de los blancos entre los que vive.

It's a curious thing how, no matter what's wrong with you, a man'll tell you to have your teeth examined and a woman'll tell you to get married.

Zaman zaman insan düÅŸünüyor. Bu dünyadaki üzüntüleri, tasalar?; ÅŸimÅŸek gibi herhangi bir yerden vurabileceklerini. San?r?m kiÅŸinin s???na?? ancak güçlü bir Tanr? inanc? olabilir, yaln?z kimi zaman Cora bunda fazla ileri gidiyor, hani baÅŸkalar?n? öte yana y???p da kendi herkesten daha yak?na sokulmak ister gibi.

And so at least we will all be together where we belong, since even if only he went there we would still have to be there too since the three of us are just illusions that he begot, and your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.

I be dog if hit don't look like sometimes that when a fellow sets out to play a joke, hit ain't another fellow he's playing that joke on; hit's a kind of big power laying still somewhere in the dark that he sets out to prank with without knowing hit, and hit all depends on whether that ere power is in the notion to take a joke or not.

It's like there was a fellow in every man that's done a-past the sanity or the insanity, that watches the same and the insane doings of that man with the same horror and the same astonishment.

ve çoktand?r öÄŸrenmiÅŸ ki insan özgür olamaz ve olsa da buna dayanamaz

Un hombre vivo es mejor que un hombre muerto, pero ningún hombre vivo o muerto es mucho mejor que otro hombre vivo o muerto.

Görülüyor ki hiçbir ÅŸey öÄŸrenemiyorlar ac? çekmedikçe, hiçbir ÅŸey hat?rlayam?yorlar kanlar?na kar??m?? olmad?kça.

as he strode on, moving almost as fast as a smaller man could have trotted, his body breasting the air her body had vacated, his eyes touching the objects—post and tree and field and house and hill—her eyes had lost.

But it seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.

Te lo doy, no para que recuerdes el tiempo, sino para que consigas olvidarlo de vez en cuando durante un momento y no malgastes todo tu aliento intentando conquistarlo. Porque ninguna batalla se gana jamás, como él decía. Ni tan siquiera se libra. Sólo el campo de batalla revela al hombre su propia locura y desesperación, y la victoria es ilusión de filósofos e idiotas.

Padre decía que un hombre es la suma de sus desgracias. Un día crees que las desgracias han abandonado la partida, pero entonces el tiempo se convierte en tu mayor desgracia, decía padre.

I said You don't know what worry is. I don't know what it is. I don't know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not. I don't know whether I can cry or not. I don't know whether I have tried to or not. I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.