Quotes related to 2 Corinthians 4:8-9
The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad? What do you think? Well, I think we're still here. A lot of bad things have happened but we're still here. Yeah. You don't think that's so great. It's okay.
— Cormac McCarthy
Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will turn rain like the stones.
— Cormac McCarthy
Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.
— Cormac McCarthy
He said that journeys involving the company of the dead were notorious for their difficulty but that in truth every journey was so accompanied.
— Cormac McCarthy
It was defeat. It was being beaten. More bitter to him than death. You need to get over that, he said.
— Cormac McCarthy
The facade of the building bore an array of saints in their niches and they had been shot up by American troops trying their rifles, the figures shorn of ears and noses and darkly mottled with leadmarks oxidized upon the stone.
— Cormac McCarthy
And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hoplessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever love at all.
— DH Lawrence
In his dark eyes was a deep misery which he wore with the same ease and pleasantness as he wore his close-sitting clothes.
— DH Lawrence
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habits, to have new little hopes.
— DH Lawrence
He looked in humiliation, anger, wariness and misery at Connie. "Ma lass!" he said. "The world's goin' to put salt on thy tail." "Not if we don't let it," she said.
— DH Lawrence
We can all endure disaster and tragedy and triumph over them—if we have to. We may not think we can, but we have surprisingly strong inner resources that will see us through if we will only make use of them. We are stronger than we think.
— Dale Carnegie
I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth, That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.
— Walt Whitman