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You Can't Go Dwelling Over again by Thomas Wolfe
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"Make your mistakes, take your chances, look giddy, but keep on going. Don't freeze up."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Go Domicile Again

"Child, child, have patience and conventionalities, for life is many days, and each present 60 minutes will pass away. Son, son, yous have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair, and all the night confusions of the soul - simply so take we. Y'all found the earth likewise great for your 1 life, you found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed on them - but it has been this way with all men. Y'all have stumbled on in darkness, you have been pulled in opposite directions, you have faltered, you accept missed the way, but, child, this is the chronicle of the earth. And now, because you have known madness and despair, and because you lot will abound desperate again earlier y'all come to evening, we who accept stormed the ramparts of the furious globe and been hurled back, we who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we who accept hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now sit down quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall impact u.s.a. - we call upon you to take heart, for nosotros can swear to you that these things pass."
― Thomas Wolfe, Yous Can't Go Dwelling house Once again

"Something has spoken to me in the night...and told me that I shall dice, I know not where. Saying: "[Death is] to lose the globe yous know for greater knowing; to lose the life yous have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Get Dwelling house Again

"From p. 40 of Signet Edition of Thomas Wolfe'south _You Tin can't Go Home Again_ (1940):

Some things will never change. Some things will ever be the same. Lean downwards your ear upon the earth and listen.

The voice of forest h2o in the night, a woman'due south laughter in the nighttime, the make clean, hard rattle of raked gravel, the cricketing stitch of midday in hot meadows, the fragile web of children's voices in bright air--these things volition never change.

The glitter of sunlight on roughened water, the glory of the stars, the innocence of morning, the olfactory property of the bounding main in harbors, the feathery mistiness and smoky buddings of young boughs, and something there that comes and goes and never can exist captured, the thorn of jump, the sharp and tongueless cry--these things will always be the same.

All things belonging to the earth volition never change--the foliage, the blade, the flower, the wind that cries and sleeps and wakes again, the trees whose stiff arms clash and tremble in the night, and the dust of lovers long since cached in the globe--all things proceeding from the earth to seasons, all things that lapse and change and come up again upon the earth--these things volition always exist the same, for they come up up from the earth that never changes, they go back into the earth that lasts forever. Only the earth endures, merely information technology endures forever.

The tarantula, the adder, and the asp will also never change. Hurting and death will always be the same. But nether the pavements trembling like a pulse, under the buildings trembling like a weep, under the waste product of time, under the hoof of the brute above the cleaved bones of cities, there volition be something growing like a flower, something bursting from the earth again, forever deathless, faithful, coming into life once again like April."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Go Home Again

"It seems to me that in the orbit of our world you are the N Pole, I the South--so much in balance, in agreement--and all the same... the whole world lies between."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Get Home Again

"He had learned some of the things that every homo must find out for himself, and he had found out about them as 1 has to find out--through error and through trial, through fantasy and illusion, through falsehood and his ain damn foolishness, through being mistaken and wrong and an idiot and egotistical and aspiring and hopeful and believing and confused. Each thing he learned was so simple and obvious, once he grasped it, that he wondered why he had not always known it. And what had he learned? A philosopher would not think it much, possibly, and withal in a elementary human being mode information technology was a good bargain. Merely past living, my making the thousand piffling daily choices that his whole complex of heredity, environs, and conscious thought, and deep emotion had driven him to make, and by taking the consequences, he had learned that he could not eat his cake and have it, too. He had learned that in spite of his foreign body, so much off scale that it had often made him recall himself a fauna set apart, he was still the son and blood brother of all men living. He had learned that he could not devour the earth, that he must know and accept his limitations. He realized that much of his torment of the years past had been cocky-inflicted, and an inevitable part of growing upward. And, most important of all for one who had taken so long to grow up, he thought he had learned not to be the slave of his emotions."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Tin't Become Home Again

"Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox hither in America -- that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement. At whatsoever rate, that is how it seemed to immature George Webber, who was never so assured of his purpose as when he was going somewhere on a train. And he never had the sense of home then much as when he felt that he was going there. It was only when he got there that his homelessness began."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Tin can't Go Dwelling Again

"Peace fell upon her spirit. Strong comfort and balls bathed her whole being. Life was so solid and first-class, and so good."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Get Domicile Over again

"Merely why had he always felt and so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he idea so much about it and remembered information technology with such blazing accuracy, if it did not thing, and if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only dwelling he had on earth? He did not know. All that he knew was that the years period by like water, and that one solar day men come home again."
― Thomas Wolfe, Yous Can't Go Abode Again

"There came to him an image of man's whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all man's life was similar a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable and terrifying darkness, and that all man'due south grandeur, tragic dignity, his heroic glory, came from the brevity and smallness of this flame. He knew his life was niggling and would exist extinguished, and that only darkness was immense and everlasting. And he knew that he would die with disobedience on his lips, and that the shout of his denial would ring with the last pulsing of his heart into the maw of all-engulfing night."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Tin't Go Home Again

"[T]he essence of belief is doubt, the essence of reality is questioning. The essence of Time is Flow, not Fix. The essence of religion is the knowledge that all flows and that everything must alter. The growing homo is Man Alive, and his "philosophy" must grow, must flow, with him. . . . the human as well fixed today, unfixed tomorrow - and his body of behavior is null but a series of fixations."
― Thomas Wolfe, Yous Can't Go Home Again

"Toil on, son, and do not lose heart or hope. Let zip you dismay. You are not utterly forsaken. I, likewise, am here--here in the darkness waiting, hither attentive, hither approval of your labor and your dream."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

"All things belonging to the earth will never change-the leaf, the blade, the flower, the current of air that cries and sleeps and wakes once more, the trees whose stiff artillery clash and tremble in the nighttime, and the grit of lovers long since buried in the earth-all things proceeding from the earth to seasons, all things that lapse and alter and come again upon the earth-these things will always be the same, for they come up from the earth that never changes, they go back into the globe that lasts forever. Just the globe endures, but it endures forever."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Tin't Go Home Once more

"But it is not only at these outward forms that we must look to notice the evidence of a nation's hurt. We must await besides at the heart of guilt that beats in each of us, for there the cause lies. We must expect, and with our own eyes see, the cardinal core of defeat and shame and failure which nosotros have wrought in the lives of fifty-fifty the least of these, our brothers. And why must we wait? Because we must probe to the bottom of our collective wound. As men, as Americans, we can no longer blench abroad and lie. Are we non all warmed past the aforementioned sunday, frozen by the same common cold, shone on by the same lights of time and terror here in America? Yes, and if we do non look and meet it, we shall all exist damned together."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Tin can't Get Home Again

"The human mind is a fearful musical instrument of adaptation, and in nothing is this more conspicuously shown than in its mysterious powers of resilience, self-protection, and self-healing. Unless an outcome completely shatters the order of 1'southward life, the mind, if it has youth and wellness and time enough, accepts the inevitable and gets itself ready for the next happening similar a grimly dutiful American tourist who, on arriving at a new boondocks, looks around him, takes his bearings, and says, "Well, where do I become from here?"
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Get Dwelling Again

"This is homo: a writer of books, a putter-down of words, a painter of pictures, a maker of ten thousand philosophies. He grows passionate over ideas, he hurls scorn and mockery at some other's work, he finds the one way, the true manner, for himself, and calls all others fake--however in the billion books upon the shelves there is not one that can tell him how to draw a single fleeting breath in peace and comfort. He makes histories of the universe, he directs the destiny of the nations, but he does not know his ain history, and he cannot directly his own destiny with dignity or wisdom for ten sequent minutes."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Dwelling Again

"This is man, who, if he can remember 10 golden moments of joy and happiness out of all his years, ten moments unmarked by intendance, unseamed by aches or itches, has power to lift himself with his expiring breath and say: "I accept lived upon this world and known glory!"
― Thomas Wolfe, You lot Tin can't Go Home Again

"Something has spoken to me in the dark...and told me that I shall die, I know not where. Maxim: "[Death is] to lose the globe you know for greater knowing; to lose the life y'all accept, for greater life; to go out the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than domicile, more than large than globe."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

"Well," he said, quite seriously, "it'due south this fashion: you work because y'all're agape not to. You work becuase you lot have to drive yourself to such a fury to begin. That part's just patently hell! Information technology's so difficult to get started that one time you do you're afraid of slipping back. You'd rather do anything than go through all that agony once again--and then yous keep going--you go along going faster all the time--yous keep going till you couldn't stop fifty-fifty if you wanted to. You forget to eat, to shave, to put on a clean shirt when yous accept one. Yous almost forget to sleep, and when you do endeavour to you can't--considering the avalanche has started, and it keeps going dark and day. And people say: 'Why don't you stop sometime? Why don't you forget near it now and then? Why don't you lot take a few days off?' And you don't do it considering you can't--y'all can't stop yourself--and even if you could you'd be afraid to because there'd be all that hell to go through getting started up again. Then people say you're a glutton for work, merely information technology isn't so. It'south laziness--simply plain, damned, simple laziness, that'southward all...Napoleon--and--and Balzac--and Thomas Edison--these fellows who never sleep more than than an 60 minutes or two at a time, and can continue going night and day--why that's non because they love to work! Information technology's because they're really lazy--and afraid non to piece of work because they know they're lazy! Why, hell yes!..I'll bet y'all anything yous similar if you could actually find out what'south going on in old Edison'south mind, you'd find that he wished he could stay in bed every day until two o'clock in the afternoon! And and then get upward and scratch himself! And then lie around in the sun for awhile! And hang effectually with the boys down at the village shop, talking most politics, and who's going to win the Earth Serial next fall!"
― Thomas Wolfe, Yous Can't Go Habitation Again

"The lives of men who accept to live in our neat cities are often tragically lonely. In many more ways than one, these dwellers in the hive are modern counterparts of Tantalus. They are starving to death in the midst of abundance. The crystal stream flows near their lips just always falls away when they try to beverage of information technology. The vine, rich-weighted with its golden fruit, bends downward, comes near, simply springs back when they accomplish out to impact it...In other times, when painters tried to paint a scene of awful pathos, they chose the desert or a heath of barren rocks, and at that place would try to motion-picture show homo in his cracking loneliness--the prophet in the desert, Elijah being fed past ravens on the rocks. Simply for a modernistic painter, the most desolate scene would have to be a street in almost any one of our swell cities on a Sunday afternoon."
― Thomas Wolfe, Yous Tin't Go Habitation Over again

"At these repeated signs of decadence in a society which had once been the object of his green-eyed and his highest ambition, Webber's face had begun to take on a look of contemptuousness...Yeah, all these people looked at one some other with untelling eyes. Their spoken communication was casual, quick, and witty. But they did not say the things they knew. And they knew everything. They had seen everything. They had accepted everything. And they received every new intelligence now with a cynical and amused look in their untelling eyes. Nothing shocked them anymore. It was the style things were. Information technology was what they had come up to wait of life...He himself had not still come to that, he did not want to come to information technology."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Tin't Go Home Over again

"For he had learned this evening that love was not enough. There had to be a higher devotion than all the devotions of this addicted imprisonment. At that place had to be a larger earth than this glittering fragment of a earth with all its wealth and privilege. Throughout his whole youth and early manhood, this very world of dazzler, ease, and luxury, of power, glory, and security, had seemed the ultimate end of human ambition, the furthermost limit to which the aspirations of any human could reach. But tonight, in a hundred divide moment of intense reality, it had revealed to him its very core. He had seen it naked, with its guards downward. He had sensed how the hollow pyramid of a faux social structure had been erected and sustained upon a base of common mankind'due south blood and sweat and agony...Privilege and truth could not lie down together. He thought of how a silver dollar, if held shut enough to the eye, could absorb out the sunday itself. There were stronger, deeper tides and currents running in America than whatsoever which these glamorous lives this evening had always plumbed or even dreamed of. Those were the depths he would like to sound."
― Thomas Wolfe, You lot Can't Get Abode Over again

"I had not however learned that one cannot really be superior without humility and tolerance and man agreement. I did not nonetheless know that in lodge to vest to a rare and college breed i must first develop the true power and talent of selfless immolation."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Tin can't Go Domicile Again

"The highest intelligences of the time—the very subtlest of the chosen few—were bored by many things. They tilled the waste land, and erosion had grown fashionable. They were bored with love, and they were bored with hate. They were bored with men who worked, and with men who loafed. They were bored with people who created something, and with people who created nix. They were bored with marriage, and with single blessedness. They were bored with guiltlessness, and they were bored with adultery. They were bored with going abroad, and they were bored with staying at habitation. They were bored with the great poets of the world, whose great poems they had never read. They were bored with hunger in the streets, with the men who were killed, with the children who starved, and with the injustice, cruelty, and oppression all around them; and they were bored with justice, freedom, and man's right to live. They were bored with living, they were bored with dying, but—they were not bored that yr with Mr. Piggy Logan and his circus of wire dolls."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Go Home Again

"(Baseball's a dull game, actually; that's the reason that information technology is then adept. We practice not love the game so much as nosotros beloved the sprawl and drowse and shirt-sleeved apathy of it.)"
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Once more

"Telling the truth is a pretty difficult thing. And in a immature man's get-go attempt, with the distortions of his vanity, egotism, hot passion, and lacerated pride, information technology is almost impossible. "Habitation to Our Mountains" was marred by all these faults and imperfections...[Webber] did know that it was not altogether a true book. Still, in that location was truth in information technology.
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[from Randy] There were places where [your book] rubbed salt in. In proverb this, I'chiliad non like those others you complain nigh: you lot know damn well I understand what y'all did and why you had to do it. But just the aforementioned, there were some things that you lot did non accept to do -- and you'd have had a better volume if y'all hadn't done them."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Go Domicile Again

"The just shame George Webber felt was that at 1 time in his life, for nonetheless curt a period, he bankrupt bread and sat at the aforementioned table with any man when the living warmth of friendship was non there; or that he ever traded upon the toil of his brain and the claret of his heart to get the torso of a scented whore that might take been better got in a brothel for some greasy coins. This was the only shame he felt. And this shame was so great in him that he wondered if all his life thereafter would be long plenty to wash out of his brain and blood the final pollution of its loathsome taint."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

"This is Brooklyn--which ways ten grand streets and blocks like this one. Brooklyn, Admiral Drake, is the Standard Concentrated Chaos No. 1 of the Whole Universe. That is to say, information technology has no size, no shape, no middle, no joy, no promise, no aspiration, no center, no eyes, no soul, no purpose, no direction, and no anything--but Standard Concentrated Units everywhere--exploding in all directions for an unknown number of square miles like a completely triumphant Standard Full-bodied Absorb upon the Face up of the Globe."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

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