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You Can't Go Home Over again by Thomas Wolfe
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"Make your mistakes, take your chances, await dizzy, but go on on going. Don't freeze up."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

"Kid, kid, have patience and belief, for life is many days, and each present hour will pass abroad. Son, son, yous have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair, and all the dark confusions of the soul - but so have we. You found the globe too swell for your one life, you lot found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed on them - but it has been this manner with all men. You take stumbled on in darkness, you accept been pulled in reverse directions, you take faltered, you lot have missed the fashion, but, child, this is the chronicle of the world. And at present, considering yous take known madness and despair, and because you will abound desperate again earlier y'all come to evening, we who take stormed the ramparts of the furious world and been hurled back, we who have been maddened by the unknowable and biting mystery of love, nosotros who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, hurting, and frenzy, and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more than shall touch us - we telephone call upon you to take heart, for we can swear to you that these things pass."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Become Home Again

"Something has spoken to me in the night...and told me that I shall dice, I know not where. Saying: "[Decease is] to lose the globe you know for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to detect a land more kind than habitation, more large than earth."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Once more

"From p. 40 of Signet Edition of Thomas Wolfe'due south _You Can't Become Home Again_ (1940):

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

The phonation of forest water in the dark, a woman'due south laughter in the dark, the make clean, hard rattle of raked gravel, the cricketing sew of midday in hot meadows, the delicate web of children's voices in bright air--these things will never change.

The glitter of sunlight on roughened water, the glory of the stars, the innocence of morning, the smell of the ocean in harbors, the feathery blur and smoky buddings of young boughs, and something there that comes and goes and never can be captured, the thorn of spring, the sharp and tongueless weep--these things volition always be the same.

All things belonging to the earth volition never change--the leafage, the bract, the flower, the wind that cries and sleeps and wakes over again, the trees whose strong arms clash and tremble in the night, and the grit of lovers long since buried in the earth--all things proceeding from the earth to seasons, all things that lapse and change and come up again upon the world--these things will always be the same, for they come upward from the world that never changes, they go dorsum into the earth that lasts forever. Simply the globe endures, just it endures forever.

The tarantula, the adder, and the asp will also never change. Pain and decease will e'er be the aforementioned. But under the pavements trembling like a pulse, under the buildings trembling similar a cry, under the waste of time, under the hoof of the animal above the cleaved bones of cities, in that location will be something growing similar a flower, something bursting from the globe again, forever deathless, faithful, coming into life over again similar Apr."
― Thomas Wolfe, Yous Tin't Become Home Once more

"It seems to me that in the orbit of our globe you are the Due north Pole, I the South--so much in balance, in agreement--and yet... the whole earth lies between."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Tin can't Get Home Once more

"He had learned some of the things that every human must discover out for himself, and he had found out about them as one has to find out--through error and through trial, through fantasy and illusion, through falsehood and his own damn foolishness, through being mistaken and incorrect and an idiot and egotistical and aspiring and hopeful and believing and confused. Each matter he learned was so simple and obvious, once he grasped information technology, that he wondered why he had not always known it. And what had he learned? A philosopher would not think information technology much, perhaps, and yet in a unproblematic human being style information technology was a expert deal. Just by living, my making the thousand fiddling daily choices that his whole complex of heredity, environment, and conscious thought, and deep emotion had driven him to make, and by taking the consequences, he had learned that he could non consume his cake and have information technology, likewise. He had learned that in spite of his strange body, and then much off scale that it had often made him think himself a animal set apart, he was still the son and 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 self-inflicted, and an inevitable part of growing upwards. And, most of import 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, You Can't Go Home Again

"Perhaps this is our foreign and haunting paradox here in America -- that we are stock-still and certain just when we are in motion. At any charge per unit, that is how it seemed to young George Webber, who was never so bodacious of his purpose as when he was going somewhere on a train. And he never had the sense of dwelling so much equally when he felt that he was going there. It was but when he got there that his homelessness began."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Tin can't Become Home Again

"Peace fell upon her spirit. Potent condolement and assurance bathed her whole being. Life was and so solid and splendid, and so good."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Go Home Again

"Just why had he always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy, if information technology did not matter, and if this little town, and the immortal hills effectually it, was not the only home he had on earth? He did not know. All that he knew was that the years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Tin't Go Home Again

"There came to him an image of man'south whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all human being'southward life was like a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable and terrifying darkness, and that all man's grandeur, tragic dignity, his heroic celebrity, came from the brevity and smallness of this flame. He knew his life was little and would be extinguished, and that but 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 dark."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Once again

"[T]he essence of conventionalities is dubiousness, the essence of reality is questioning. The essence of Time is Flow, not Gear up. The essence of faith is the cognition that all flows and that everything must change. The growing man is Human Alive, and his "philosophy" must abound, must flow, with him. . . . the man as well fixed today, unfixed tomorrow - and his body of behavior is null merely a series of fixations."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

"Toil on, son, and practice non lose heart or hope. Let nothing you dismay. You are non utterly forsaken. I, too, am here--here in the darkness waiting, here attentive, here approving of your labor and your dream."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Get Home Once more

"All things belonging to the world volition never change-the leaf, the bract, the flower, the current of air that cries and sleeps and wakes once again, the trees whose stiff artillery clash and tremble in the dark, and the dust of lovers long since cached in the globe-all things proceeding from the world to seasons, all things that lapse and change and come again upon the earth-these things will always be the same, for they come up from the earth that never changes, they become back into the globe that lasts forever. Only the globe endures, but it endures forever."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Get Habitation Once more

"But information technology is not but at these outward forms that nosotros must look to find the evidence of a nation's injure. We must look equally well at the heart of guilt that beats in each of us, for there the crusade lies. We must look, and with our own eyes see, the central core of defeat and shame and failure which we have wrought in the lives of even the least of these, our brothers. And why must we look? Considering we must probe to the lesser of our collective wound. As men, as Americans, we tin no longer blench abroad and lie. Are we non all warmed by the same sun, frozen by the aforementioned cold, shone on past the same lights of fourth dimension and terror hither in America? Aye, and if nosotros do not look and see it, we shall all be damned together."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Over again

"The man mind is a fearful instrument of adaptation, and in cipher is this more clearly shown than in its mysterious powers of resilience, self-protection, and self-healing. Unless an event completely shatters the order of ane'south life, the heed, if it has youth and health and time enough, accepts the inevitable and gets itself ready for the next happening like a grimly dutiful American tourist who, on arriving at a new town, looks around him, takes his bearings, and says, "Well, where do I get from hither?"
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Once more

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

"This is man, who, if he can call back ten golden moments of joy and happiness out of all his years, ten moments unmarked past care, unseamed by aches or itches, has power to lift himself with his expiring breath and say: "I take lived upon this earth and known glory!"
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Habitation Again

"Something has spoken to me in the night...and told me that I shall die, I know non where. Maxim: "[Death is] to lose the world you lot know for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to exit the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than dwelling, more big than earth."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Get Home Once more

"Well," he said, quite seriously, "it'southward this way: yous work because you're afraid non to. Yous work becuase you accept to drive yourself to such a fury to begin. That part's but manifestly hell! It'due south then hard to get started that once you do yous're agape of slipping dorsum. You'd rather do anything than go through all that agony again--and so y'all keep going--you continue going faster all the fourth dimension--you keep going till you couldn't terminate fifty-fifty if you wanted to. Y'all forget to eat, to shave, to put on a clean shirt when you have one. You well-nigh forget to slumber, and when you lot exercise endeavor to y'all can't--considering the avalanche has started, and it keeps going night and day. And people say: 'Why don't you stop sometime? Why don't you forget virtually information technology now then? Why don't you take a few days off?' And you don't do information technology because you can't--you can't stop yourself--and even if you could yous'd be agape to because there'd exist all that hell to go through getting started up again. So people say you're a glutton for work, but it isn't and so. Information technology'southward laziness--simply apparently, damned, simple laziness, that's all...Napoleon--and--and Balzac--and Thomas Edison--these fellows who never sleep more than an 60 minutes or two at a time, and tin keep going night and day--why that's non because they beloved to work! It's because they're really lazy--and agape not to piece of work considering they know they're lazy! Why, hell yep!..I'll bet you anything you like if y'all could actually notice out what's going on in old Edison's listen, you'd detect that he wished he could stay in bed every day until two o'clock in the afternoon! So get up and scratch himself! Then lie around in the sun for awhile! And hang around with the boys down at the village store, talking about politics, and who's going to win the Earth Series side by side autumn!"
― Thomas Wolfe, You lot Can't Go Home Again

"The lives of men who have to live in our smashing 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 affluence. The crystal stream flows near their lips but always falls away when they try to beverage of information technology. The vine, rich-weighted with its aureate fruit, bends downwards, comes almost, merely springs back when they accomplish out to touch it...In other times, when painters tried to pigment a scene of awful pathos, they chose the desert or a heath of barren rocks, and at that place would endeavour to motion picture man in his groovy loneliness--the prophet in the desert, Elijah existence fed past ravens on the rocks. Simply for a modern painter, the most desolate scene would have to be a street in most any 1 of our bully cities on a Sunday afternoon."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Go Domicile Again

"At these repeated signs of decadence in a society which had in one case been the object of his envy and his highest appetite, Webber's face up had begun to take on a look of scorn...Yes, all these people looked at i some other with untelling eyes. Their speech 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 contemptuous and amused look in their untelling eyes. Zero shocked them anymore. It was the way things were. Information technology was what they had come up to expect of life...He himself had not nonetheless come to that, he did not want to come to it."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Go Dwelling Once more

"For he had learned this night that love was not enough. In that location had to be a higher devotion than all the devotions of this addicted imprisonment. At that place had to exist a larger earth than this glittering fragment of a earth with all its wealth and privilege. Throughout his whole youth and early on 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 whatever man could attain. Merely tonight, in a hundred separate moment of intense reality, it had revealed to him its very core. He had seen it naked, with its guards down. He had sensed how the hollow pyramid of a false social construction had been erected and sustained upon a base of operations of common flesh'due south claret and sweat and agony...Privilege and truth could not lie downward together. He thought of how a silver dollar, if held close plenty to the eye, could blot out the dominicus itself. There were stronger, deeper tides and currents running in America than any which these glamorous lives this evening had ever plumbed or fifty-fifty dreamed of. Those were the depths he would similar to audio."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Become Dwelling house Again

"I had non yet learned that ane cannot really exist superior without humility and tolerance and human understanding. I did not notwithstanding know that in society to belong to a rare and higher breed one must first develop the true ability and talent of selfless immolation."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Become Dwelling Over again

"The highest intelligences of the time—the very subtlest of the chosen few—were bored past many things. They tilled the waste state, 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 zippo. They were bored with marriage, and with unmarried blessedness. They were bored with chastity, and they were bored with adultery. They were bored with going abroad, and they were bored with staying at dwelling. They were bored with the great poets of the earth, whose not bad 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, only—they were not bored that twelvemonth with Mr. Piggy Logan and his circus of wire dolls."
― Thomas Wolfe, Y'all Can't Get Home Again

"(Baseball game's a irksome game, actually; that'southward the reason that it is so expert. Nosotros do not dearest the game so much as we honey the sprawl and drowse and shirt-sleeved aloofness of it.)"
― Thomas Wolfe, Yous Tin can't Get Home Again

"Telling the truth is a pretty difficult thing. And in a young man's kickoff attempt, with the distortions of his vanity, egotism, hot passion, and lacerated pride, it is virtually impossible. "Home to Our Mountains" was marred by all these faults and imperfections...[Webber] did know that information technology was not altogether a true book. Still, at that place was truth in information technology.
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[from Randy] There were places where [your volume] rubbed salt in. In saying this, I'thousand non like those others you complain virtually: you know damn well I understand what you did and why y'all had to do information technology. But just the same, there were some things that y'all did not have to do -- and you lot'd have had a better book if you hadn't washed them."
― Thomas Wolfe, You lot Tin can't Go Home Again

"The only shame George Webber felt was that at once in his life, for nonetheless short a period, he broke bread and sat at the aforementioned table with any homo when the living warmth of friendship was non at that place; or that he always traded upon the toil of his brain and the claret of his heart to become the body of a scented whore that might have been better got in a brothel for some greasy coins. This was the only shame he felt. And this shame was so groovy in him that he wondered if all his life thereafter would be long enough to wash out of his encephalon and blood the last pollution of its loathsome taint."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Become Home Once again

"This is Brooklyn--which means ten thousand streets and blocks like this one. Brooklyn, Admiral Drake, is the Standard Concentrated Chaos No. one of the Whole Universe. That is to say, it has no size, no shape, no heart, no joy, no promise, no aspiration, no center, no eyes, no soul, no purpose, no direction, and no anything--just Standard Full-bodied Units everywhere--exploding in all directions for an unknown number of square miles like a completely triumphant Standard Concentrated Absorb upon the Confront of the Earth."
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Become Home Over again

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