All human love is a faint type of God's; An echoing note from a harmonious whole; A feeble spark from an undying flame; A single drop from an unfathomed sea: But God's is infinite; it fills the earth And heaven, and the broad, trackless realms of space.
Cormac McCarthyThe voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.
Cormac McCarthyThey came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us.
Cormac McCarthyHe thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the worldโs heart beat at some terrible cost and that the worldโs 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.
Cormac McCarthy