Cormac McCarthy: Frases en inglés

Fuente: The Road

Fuente: No Country for Old Men

Variante: 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.
Fuente: All the Pretty Horses

Fuente: The Road

Fuente: All the Pretty Horses

All the Pretty Horses (1992)

Fuente: No Country for Old Men (2005)

Fuente: The Road

Fuente: All the Pretty Horses

Fuente: The Road

Fuente: The Road

Fuente: The Road

Fuente: The Road

Blood Meridian (1985)
Fuente: Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Contexto: He lay listening to the horse crop the grass at his stakerope and he listened to the wind in the emptiness and watched stars trace the arc of the hemisphere and die in the darkness at the edge of the world and as he lay there the agony in his heart was like a stake. He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.

All the Pretty Horses (1992)
Contexto: He remembered Alejandra and the sadness he'd first seen in the slope of her shoulders which he'd presumed to understand and of which he knew nothing and he felt a loneliness he'd not known since he was a child and he felt wholly alien to the world although he loved it still. He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's 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.

Fuente: No Country for Old Men (2005)
Contexto: You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all. Start over. And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who's layin there?

Fuente: All the Pretty Horses

Fuente: The Road