Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.— Cormac McCarthy
Unique All The Pretty Horses quotations
Beauty isn't about having a pretty face. It's about having a pretty mind, a pretty heart and a pretty soul.
He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites 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.
Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
Making a big life change is pretty scary. But, know what's even scarier? Regret.
There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot.
Ever dumb thing I ever done in my life there was a decision I made before that got me into it. It was never the dumb thing. It was always some choice I'd made before it.
It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.
You may be pretty, and you may be talented, but nobody will remember that if you are mean.
The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.
Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.
There is no greater monster than reason.
If I had asked people what they wanted, they would have said: Faster horses...
I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.
He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.
It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.
Life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride.
In history there are no control groups.
There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was.
What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise. (All the Pretty Horses)
A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said.
They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done.
Because when you stop and look around this life is pretty amazing.
He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He felt something cold and soulless enter him like another being and he imagined that it smiled malignly and he had no reason to believe that it would ever leave.
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.
Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be.
You may be pretty, and you may be talented, but nobody will remember that if you're mean.
Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.
Because the question for me was always whether that shape we see in our lives was there from the beginning or whether these random events are only called a pattern after the fact. Because otherwise we are nothing.
In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.
Beauty isn't about having a pretty face. It is about having a pretty mind, a pretty heart, but most importantly a pretty soul.
It's pretty awesome to see people dressed up in period clothing and running around on horses and in carriages and all that kind of thing. Part of the fun of making a period film is just that playfulness. It's just like make believe when you're a child except you get to do it for a real job.
Finn, do you see the lias—whatever, the orange-haired girl?” Razo Gestured ahead. “Do you think she’s pretty?” Finn glanced Dasha’s way, then returned his attention ot his horse. “She’s all right.” “Really? Just all right?” Finn shrugged. Razo rolled his eyes. “What am I saying? He doesn’t think any girl is pretty but Enna.” “Are there any girls but Enna?” Finn called back. “There’d better be.