sherwood anderson Quotes

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood.
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— Sherwood Anderson
Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.
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— Sherwood Anderson
When a man publishes a book, there are so many stupid things said that he declares he'll never do it again. The praise is almost always worse than the criticism.
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— Sherwood Anderson
It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.
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— Sherwood Anderson
The fools who write articles about me think that one morning I suddenly decided to write and began to produce masterpieces. There is no special trick about writing, or painting either. I wrote constantly for 15 years before I produced anything with any solidity to it.
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— Sherwood Anderson
You won't arrive. It is an endless search.
— Sherwood Anderson
You must not become a mere peddler of words. The thing to learn is to know what people are thinking about, not what they say.
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— Sherwood Anderson
I have seldom written a story, long or short, that I did not have to write and rewrite. There are single stories of mine that have taken me ten or twelve years to get written.
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— Sherwood Anderson
I think you know that when an American stays away from New York too long something happens to him. Perhaps he becomes a little provincial, a little dead and afraid.
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— Sherwood Anderson
I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.
tags: work young envy
— Sherwood Anderson
If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.
tags: people stories
— Sherwood Anderson
There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.
tags: human thinking
— Sherwood Anderson
Interest in the lives of others, the high evaluation of these lives, what are they but the overflow of the interest a man finds in himself, the value he attributes to his own being?.
tags: men live value
— Sherwood Anderson
There is a kind of shrewdness many men have that enables them to get money. It is the shrewdness of the fox after the chicken. A low order of mentality often goes with it.
tags: men money
— Sherwood Anderson
The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.
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— Sherwood Anderson
The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.
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— Sherwood Anderson
Father was made for romance. For him there was no such thing as a fact.
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— Sherwood Anderson
The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.
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— Sherwood Anderson
The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.
tags: belief men people live thoughts young
— Sherwood Anderson
I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.
tags: live lies facts writing
— Sherwood Anderson
I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too.
— Sherwood Anderson
The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.
— Sherwood Anderson
Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.
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— Sherwood Anderson
I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. That is a big point if you know enough to realize what I mean. It makes my destruction inevitable, you see. There are few who understand that.
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— Sherwood Anderson
On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
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— Sherwood Anderson
In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as a truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. It was the truths that made the people grotesques. The moment one of the people took one of the truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live his life by it, he became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood.
tags: truth men people live world thoughts young moment vague
— Sherwood Anderson
Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
— Sherwood Anderson
From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy.
tags: time men live future world sadness seeing boys
— Sherwood Anderson
In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.
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— Sherwood Anderson
It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.
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— Sherwood Anderson
People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.
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— Sherwood Anderson
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
— Sherwood Anderson
...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.
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— Sherwood Anderson
Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.
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— Sherwood Anderson
Above all avoid taking the advice of men who have no brains and do not know what they are talking about.
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— Sherwood Anderson
Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.
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— Sherwood Anderson
The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.
tags: men machine
— Sherwood Anderson
You must try to forget all you have learned," said the old man. "You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.
tags: time men dreams
— Sherwood Anderson
There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves.
tags: live wishes
— Sherwood Anderson
If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.
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— Sherwood Anderson