A Quote by Cormac McCarthy

It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing. — © Cormac McCarthy
It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing.
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
A person has three choices in life. You can swim against the tide and get exhausted, or you can tread water and let the tide sweep you away, or you can swim with the tide, and let it take you where it wants you to go.
Being with the mainstream isn't very difficult - the tide is powerful, and it is easy to let it sweep us along with it. But going against the tide is very difficult. First of all, one must recognise very exactly what the tide is and where it is going.
We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.
When we focus on our gratitude, the tide of disappointment goes out and the tide of love rushes in.
For everybody, the tide comes in, the tide goes out - if you're an actor, particularly.
The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.
In high tide or in low tide, I'll be by your side
Rowing against the tide is hard and uncertain. To go with the tide and thus take advantage of the workings of the great natural force is safe and easy.
Tide comes in, tide goes out, you can't explain it!
Tide goes in, tide goes out. Never a miscommunication. You can't explain that. You can't explain why the tide goes in.
At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.
Stay in one place too long and the tide can overwhelm you. Ride the tide, surf the waves, stay on top of the changes.
I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.
I think -- tide turning -- see, as I remember -- I was raised in the desert, but tides kind of -- it's easy to see a tide turn -- did I say those words?
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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