Josephine Winslow Johnson Quotes
The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.
Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.
Freedom is no guarantee of anything. It is only defined today by what it is not. What it is takes forms strange and of infinite variety - bizarre as in a masquerade.
To have children is a double living, the earthly fountain of youth, a continual fresh delight, a volcano as well as a fountain, and also a source of weariness beyond description.
The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.
Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness.
You can't be a little bit saintly any more than you can be a little bit pregnant.
things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.
I am sick of war. Every woman of my generation is sick of war. Fifty years of war. Wars rumored, wars beginning, wars fought, wars ending, wars paid for, wars endured.
The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?
in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.
Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!
... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is.
But only in mad people fear goes on constant night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.
She knew that nothing was ever as overwhelming or final as he seemed to think - that if he would wait, instead of shouting, there'd be less to shout over in the end.
...the presence of each other and a lusty love of being, of living and knowing there was tomorrow and God knows how many more tomorrows and each a life and sufficient in itself...
Most people have the blindness of new-born things - a not-incurable blindness, the sight being there but its use not known.