“It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living. I doubt it matters
where you die, but it matters where you live.” ~spoken by Augustus
McCrae”
“If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.”
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“Yesterday's gone on down the river and you can't get it back.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“The older the violin, the sweeter the music.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“It's a fine world, though rich in hardships at times.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“I'm glad I've been wrong enough to keep in practice. . . You
can't avoid it, you've got to learn to handle it. If you only come face
to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it's bound to
be extra painful. I face mine every day--that way they ain't usually
much worse than a dry shave.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“I'm sure partial to the evening,' Augustus said. 'The evening and
the morning. If we just didn't have to have the rest of the dern day
I'd be a lot happier.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“It's like I told you last night son. The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight, he added”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“He had known several men who blew their heads off, and he had
pondered it much. It seemed to him it was probably because they could
not take enough happiness just from the sky and the moon to carry them
over the low feelings that came to all men.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“Live through it," Call said. "That's all we can do.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“Call saw that everyone was looking at him, the hands and cowboys
and townspeople alike. The anger had drained out of him, leaving him
feeling tired. He didn't remember the fight, particularly, but people
were looking at him as if they were stunned. He felt he should make some
explanation, though it seemed to him a simple situation.
"I hate a man that talks rude," he said. "I won't tolerate it.”
― Lonesome Dove
"I hate a man that talks rude," he said. "I won't tolerate it.”
― Lonesome Dove
“If I had a mind to rent pigs, I'd be mighty upset. A man that likes to rent pigs won't be stopped.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“My main skills are talking and cooking biscuits,' Augustus said. 'And getting drunk on the porch.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“I never met a soul in this world as normal as me.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“I hate rude behavior in a man,' he explained in his quiet,
unassuming drawl. 'I won't tolerate it.' He politely tipped his hat, and
rode away.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with
her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only
going to be painful?”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“The eastern sky was red as coals in a forge, lighting up the
flats along the river. Dew had wet the million needles of the chaparral,
and when the rim of the sun edged over the horizon the chaparral seemed
to be spotted with diamonds. A bush in the backyard was filled with
little rainbows as the sun touched the dew.
It was tribute enough to sunup that it could make even chaparral bushes look beautiful, Augustus thought, and he watched the process happily, knowing it would only last a few minutes. The sun spread reddish-gold light through the shining bushes, among which a few goats wandered, bleating. Even when the sun rose above the low bluffs to the south, a layer of light lingered for a bit at the level of the chaparral, as if independent of its source. The the sun lifted clear, like an immense coin. The dew quickly died, and the light that filled the bushes like red dirt dispersed, leaving clear, slightly bluish air.
It was good reading light by then, so Augustus applied himself for a few minutes to the Prophets. He was not overly religious, but he did consider himself a fair prophet and liked to study the styles of his predecessors. They were mostly too long-winded, in his view, and he made no effort to read them verse for verse—he just had a look here and there, while the biscuits were browning.”
― Lonesome Dove
It was tribute enough to sunup that it could make even chaparral bushes look beautiful, Augustus thought, and he watched the process happily, knowing it would only last a few minutes. The sun spread reddish-gold light through the shining bushes, among which a few goats wandered, bleating. Even when the sun rose above the low bluffs to the south, a layer of light lingered for a bit at the level of the chaparral, as if independent of its source. The the sun lifted clear, like an immense coin. The dew quickly died, and the light that filled the bushes like red dirt dispersed, leaving clear, slightly bluish air.
It was good reading light by then, so Augustus applied himself for a few minutes to the Prophets. He was not overly religious, but he did consider himself a fair prophet and liked to study the styles of his predecessors. They were mostly too long-winded, in his view, and he made no effort to read them verse for verse—he just had a look here and there, while the biscuits were browning.”
― Lonesome Dove
“Anyway, whacking a surly bartender ain't much of a crime.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“Only a rank degenerate would drive 1,500 miles across Texas without eating a chicken fried steak.”
― In a Narrow Grave : Essays on Texas
― In a Narrow Grave : Essays on Texas
“Nobody run off with her,” Roscoe said. "She just run off with herself, I guess.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“Maybe you can make art out of unredeemed pain, but only if you're a genius -- Dostoevsky perhaps.”
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“The reason men are so awful is because some woman has spoiled them.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
“But just let me tell you something, son, a woman's love is like
the morning dew, it's just as apt to settle on a horse turd as it is on a
rose. So you better just get over it.”
― Leaving Cheyenne
― Leaving Cheyenne
“Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to
charity--they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits.
The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow
sour.”
― Lonesome Dove
― Lonesome Dove
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