Sherwood Anderson

Born: September 13, 1876

Die: March 8, 1941

Occupation: Novelist

Quotes of Sherwood Anderson

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...

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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...

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Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

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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...

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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...

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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,"...

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The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

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All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm...

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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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Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.

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Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

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It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

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It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect

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Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

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I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.

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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.

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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.

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If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.

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The writing of words can lead to all sorts of absurdities.

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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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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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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?.

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The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.

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You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

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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...

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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.

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Realism in so far as it means Reality to life is always bad art.

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People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.

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It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

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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.

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...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.

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The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

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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.

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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...

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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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Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Tandy.

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Everyone knows of the talking artists. Throughout all of the known history of the world they have gathered in rooms and talked. They talk of art and are passionately,almost feverishly, in earnest about...

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Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

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I know about her, although she has never crossed my path," he said softly. "I know about her struggles and her defeats. It is because of her defeats that she is to me the lovely one. Out of her defeats...

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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...

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He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.

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In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

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It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.

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It is all right you're saying you do not need other people, but there are a lot of people who need you.

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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...

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There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

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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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As time passed and he grew to know people better, he began to think of himself as an extraordinary man, one set apart from his fellows. He wanted terribly to make his life a thing of great importance,...

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You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.

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