Explore Quotes by Charles Frazier

There was a redemption of some kind, he believed, in such complete fulfillment of a desire so long deferred.

He was himself a case in point, and perhaps not a rare one, for his spirit, it seemed, had been burned out of him but he was yet walking.

That's just pain she said. It goes eventually. And when it's gone, there's no lasting memory. Not the worst of it anyway. It fades. Our minds aren't made to hold on to the particulars of pain the way we do bliss. It's a gift God gives us, a sign of His care for us.

It is a bad idea to live too long. Few carry it off well.

You never know when somebody will pull you to them.

It is best not to study too much on who gets what they deserve. It can lead to an overly complicated interpretation of God's personal attributes.

We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.

Surely it is a sin to reject the few gifts we are given. Be happy in the flash of time granted to us or hurt forever.

When everything is immediately available and infinitely reproducible, nothing is valuable.

Our worst pain is confined within our own skin.

But I believe the words entered me and changed me and still work in me. The words eat me and sustain me. And when I'm dead and in a box in the dark dark ground, and all my various souls have died and I am nothing but insensible bones, something in the marrow will still feel yearning, desire persisting beyond flesh.

Verbs. All of them tiring.

I've lived out West some... I've always liked the High Plains areas - eastern Colorado, eastern Wyoming, western Nebraska.