A Quote by Mary McCarthy

On the wall of our life together hung a gun waiting to be fired in the final act. — © Mary McCarthy
On the wall of our life together hung a gun waiting to be fired in the final act.
If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise don't put it there.
If there's a gun on the wall in act one, scene one, you must fire the gun by act three, scene two. If you fire a gun in act three, scene two, you must see the gun on the wall in act one, scene one.
Give me the gun." Ranger said. I extracted the gun from my pants and handed it over. Ranger held the gun in the pulm of his hand and smiled. "It's warm," he said. He put the gun in the glove compartment and plugged the key into the ignition. Am I fired?" No. Any women who can heat up a gun like that is worth keeping around.
We're like so many puppets hung on the wall, waiting for someone to come and move us or make us talk.
If there is a gun hanging on the wall in the first act, it must fire in the last.
A jigsaw puzzle is my form of meditation. In New York, I glued all of the ones I did together and hung them up on the wall.
There are not three stages in spiritual life-worship, waiting, and work. Some of us go in jumps like spiritual frogs. We jump from worship to waiting to work. God's idea is that the three should go together. They were always together in the life of our Lord.
I have seen and heard a 21-gun salute as my father is in the Navy, but that doesn't mean I don't jump if a gun is fired in my face!
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
We must band together to call for gun-control legislation. We must act in ways that promote the dignity and value of human life.
Seeing our kids' beautiful, colorful art hung on the wall brightens my heart and our home.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.
Why does a woman carry a gun? Because, under our system, every citizen has the latitude to act in the absence of police; the latitude to act reasonably, to act immediately, to act in defense of self, to act in defense of another, to act with lethal force, to act with her acquired training and to act not in anger but to respond in purpose. To exercise the protections of that latitude in public policy, public interest and practical safety, all that is demanded of her is that she act reasonably under the circumstances.
God would love to piece together the shattered fragments of your life. But He is waiting ... graciously waiting until the time is right. Until you are tired of the life you are living ... until you see it for what it really is. Until you are weary of coping ... of taking charge of your own life ... until you realize the mess you are making of it. Until you recognize your need for Him ... He's waiting.
I have this little plaque that my husband hung on our wall at home. It says, 'If your dreams don't scare you, they're not big enough.'
Waiting, waiting, waiting. All my life, I've been waiting for my life to begin, as if somehow my life was ahead of me, and that someday I would arrive at it.
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