Sometimes I think we Americans are the loneliest people in the world. To be sure, we hunger for the power of affection, the self-acceptance that gives life. It is the oldest and strongest hunger in the world. But hungering is not enough. Sherwood Anderson More Quotes by Sherwood Anderson More Quotes From Sherwood Anderson He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness. Sherwood Anderson sadness young In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful. Sherwood Anderson men people world ...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them. Sherwood Anderson People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast. Sherwood Anderson breasts married people 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. Sherwood Anderson lonely darkness two 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. Sherwood Anderson sadness men boys Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life. Sherwood Anderson passion adventure men From the place by the railing at the edge of the tracks on the summer evening I return across the city to my own room. I am vividly aware of my own life that escaped the winter on the boat. How many such lives I have lived. Then I only made a dollar and a half a day and now I sometimes make more than that in a few minutes. How wonderful to be able to write words. ... Again I begin the endless game of reconstructing my own life, jerking it out of the shell that dies, striving to breathe into it beauty and meaning. ... I wonder why my life, why all lives, are not more beautiful. Sherwood Anderson summer writing beautiful It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face. Sherwood Anderson use impossible faces The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees. Sherwood Anderson moon air night Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not. Sherwood Anderson artist imagination people 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. Sherwood Anderson voice dream men What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are wonders, how is all life to become important to him? Sherwood Anderson ego important men I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people. Sherwood Anderson mistake sweet art Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again. Sherwood Anderson born-again death people I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living. Sherwood Anderson money writing adventure 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. Sherwood Anderson driven wish life You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living. Sherwood Anderson killing work america Realism, in so far as the word means reality to life, is always bad art. Sherwood Anderson mean reality art Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified. Sherwood Anderson world christ
