For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others. Eudora Welty More Quotes by Eudora Welty More Quotes From Eudora Welty The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy. Eudora Welty morning positive happiness My continuing passion is to part a curtain, that invisible veil of indifference that falls between us and that blinds us to each other's presence, each other's wonder, each other's human plight. Eudora Welty veils passion fall The first act of insight is throw away the labels. Eudora Welty labels understanding firsts It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them - with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them. Eudora Welty smell reading book it doesn t matter if it takes a long time getting there; the point is to have a destination. Eudora Welty destination matter long One place understood helps us understand all places better Eudora Welty understood helping People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths. Eudora Welty layers onions people Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within. Eudora Welty snapshots lucky understanding To write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most. Eudora Welty honestly can-do writing Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers. Eudora Welty diaries letters memories The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation. Eudora Welty time life order We are the breakers of our own hearts Eudora Welty heart No art ever came out of not risking your neck. Eudora Welty necks writing art Write about what you don't know about what you know. Eudora Welty knows writing Every story would be another story, and unrecognizable if it took up its characters and plot and happened somewhere else ... Fiction depends for its life on place. Place is the crossroads of circumstance, the proving ground of, What happened? Who's here? Who's coming? Eudora Welty would-be somewhere-else character People give pain, are callous and insensitive, empty and cruel...but place heals the hurt, soothes the outrage, fills the terrible vacuum that these human beings make. Eudora Welty pain hurt people For the source of the short story is usually lyrical. And all writers speak from, and speak to, emotions eternally the same in all of us: love, pity, terror do not show favorites or leave any of us out. Eudora Welty emotion speak stories One place comprehended can make us understand other places better. Eudora Welty A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all serious daring starts from within. Eudora Welty freedom curiosity happiness A good snapshot stops a moment from running away. Eudora Welty snapshots photography running
