Gus Lonesome Dove Quotes

A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae

Lorie darlin', life in San Francisco, you see, is still just life. If you want any one thing too badly, it's likely to turn out to be a disappointment. The only healthy way to live life is to learn to like all the little everyday things, like a sip of good whiskey in the evening, a soft bed, a glass of buttermilk, or a feisty gentleman like myself.

Listening to women ain't the fashion in this part of the country."--Augustus McCrae

He sat where he was, on Mouse, in the grip of terrible indecision. He almost wished something would happen—a sudden attack of Mexicans or something. He might be killed, but at least he wouldn’t have to make a choice between disobeying Mr. Gus and disobeying Lorena.

Ride with an outlaw, die with him," he added. "I admit it's a harsh code. But you rode on the other side long enough to know how it works. I'm sorry you crossed the line, though." Jake's momentary optimism had passed, and he felt tired and despairing. He would have liked a good bed in a whorehouse and a nice night's sleep. "I never seen no line, Gus," he said. "I was just trying to get to Kansas without getting scalped.

I miss Gus...I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

He had known several men who had lost limbs in battle; the men all claimed that they still felt things in the place where the limb had been. It was natural enough, then, that with Bill suddenly gone he and Gus would continue to have some of the feelings that went with friendship, even though the friend was gone.

You probably drink too much. If you hand me that bottle, I'll reduce your temptations. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae

For all you know it invites people to rob us. (Woodrow Call's disparaging comment on the Latin sign Gus McCrae affixed to their wagon.)

was necessary to ignore most of those Gus made or else you got bogged down in useless conversation.

It ain't dyin' I'm talkin' about, it's livin'.

I wish you'd stop talking about your own death," Gus said, in a joking tone. "It ain't genteel.

I ain't sick, Gus," Lippy said, a little embarrassed by his tears. Soon he felt a little better. Lonesome Dove was hidden—he could barely see the top of the little church house across the chaparral flats. "It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it?" he said. "You never do know when you'll get back.

Of course Gus was a great blabber, but his blabbing wasn’t really like the chattering the other sports did. He was just full of opinion, which he freely poured out, as much for his own amusement as for anything.

Gus had tricked him out of his belief, as easily as if cheating at cards. All his work, and it hadn’t saved anyone, or slowed the moment of their going by a minute.

If you get scalped, don’t sit around yowling, either,” Gus McCrae said. “People survive scalpings fine if they don’t yowl.

Maybe," Gus said. "We've had a lot of practice, going on expeditions for nothing. That's how it mostly turned out. You ride awhile in one direction and then you turn around and ride back.

In that respect, Gus was unusual, for most men didn’t talk. He would blab right up until he shoved his old carrot in, and then would be blabbing again, before it was even dry.

I guess we could pile some rocks on her," Call said. "I hate just to leave a body laying out." "Woodrow, she's mostly et anyway," Gus said. "Why spoil the buzzards' picnic?

Gus knew himself. He knew how he wanted to be, and he had chosen in the critical hour not to accept being less.