Truman Capote Quotes About Earth

Quotes about: Earth

• All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

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  Summer, Spring, Dark

• Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.

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  Inspirational, Heart, Dust

  Truman Capote (2007). “Other Voices, Other Rooms”, p.107, Vintage

• The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.

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  Love, Dream, Children

  Truman Capote (2007). “Other Voices, Other Rooms”, p.120, Vintage

• I'll wager at the end a body realizes the Lord has already shown Himself. That things as they are -- her hand circles in a gesture that gathers clouds and kites and grass and Queenie pawing earth over her bone - just what they've always seen, was seeing Him. As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes.

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  Eye, Hands, Circles

  Truman Capote (2012). “A Christmas Memory”, p.25, Modern Library

• You don't understand. You've never hated anybody. No, I never have. We're allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn't want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.

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  Time On Earth, Want, Lord

  Truman Capote (2012). “The Complete Stories of Truman Capote”, p.250, Vintage

• It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.

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  Friday, Fall, Sunday

  Truman Capote, Eleanor Perry, Frank Perry (1971). “Trilogy; an experiment in multimedia”

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