Quotes by William Faulkner

Memory is a cruel mistress, painting the past with hues it never possessed.

The burden of choice is often heavier than the yoke of fate.

Progress is measured not by what we add, but by what we discard.

Guilt is a heavier burden than any tombstone.

The land remembers, even when we forget.

Hope is a fragile thing, easily shattered by the harsh realities of the world.

The land remembers everything, even when men forget.

We are all the sum of our yesterdays, and the hope of our tomorrows.

Progress is a myth we tell ourselves to justify the wreckage we leave behind.

Time, like a river, carries us all, willing or not, to the same sea.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.

Time is a river, and we are all swept away by its current.

The past is never dead. It's not even past.

Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.

The land remembers even when we forget.

We are all the sum of our inheritances, both chosen and imposed.

There is no such thing as a single life; a moment touches all that came before and all that will follow.

The human heart knows its own reasons, even when the mind feigns ignorance.

To live in a town, you must first inhabit its silences.

Sometimes, what we run from defines us more than what we chase.

The human heart knows no cure for what memory cannot bury.

There is a strength in bearing what seems unbearable.

Sometimes, silence speaks louder than any confession.

To live is to suffer, but to survive is to find meaning in the suffering.

Sometimes, the truth is a wound, and silence the only balm.

We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.

The only thing worth stealing is a memory.

Memory believes before knowing remembers.

There is a price for everything in this world, even silence.

Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point.

To endure is not always to win, but it is always to learn.

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering.

We are all haunted by the ghosts of what might have been.

The human heart knows its own darkness.