Top 21 Josephine Winslow Johnson Quotes
#2. The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.
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#3. 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.
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#5. And blessed are they who have learned the rhythms of the invisible clock whose hours and minutes are immense and soundless. The great clock of the seasons and the years, and the small clock of the intuition, whose timing is guided by the heart.
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#7. Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness ...
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#8. Old people who live too long come to resemble turtles. As though time turned in a curve, and down they go to the reptiles again. Not the little wet naked frog they were born. But the tortoise. Cold eyes, sagging circles of skin, the nose becomes beak. The shell of sleep.
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#9. 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 ...
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#10. Love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is.
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#11. 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.
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#13. Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!
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#15. There is 'a time to be born' - and born again, free of accumulated, encrusted sores of fears and prejudices, old hates, of cancerous wounds, old prides. And there is a time to die - a time for the blue, unburied child of our young years to be decently interred - and to get on with the living.
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#16. In mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.
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#18. 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?
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#20. The writer's advantage, in some respects, over those whose expression lies in other fields, is in the privilege of a double - sometimes a triple - living. Pleasure multiplied in the mirrors of words, and pain siphoned off in words.
Josephine Winslow Johnson
#21. Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.
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