Josephine Hart Quotes

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because they have no pity. They know what others can survive, as they did.

Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable.

Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn’t expect it so soon.

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

To appear unambitious amongst the ambitious is to invite loathing or fear. To be in the game, but not playing with intent to win, is to be the enemy.

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.

The passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine.

We say that life is sweet, its satisfactions deep. All this we say, as we sleepwalk our time through years of days and nights. We let time cascade over us like a waterfall, believing it to be never-ending. Yet each day that touches us, and every man in the world, is unique; irredeemable; over. And just another Monday.

hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives.

Our sanity depends essentially on a narrowness of vision–the ability to select the elements vital to survival, while ignoring the great truths.

I am prepared to accept from others their own version of reality. I think it is a basic freedom really, to create one’s own reality from whatever truths are available.

A concealed truth, that’s all a lie is. Either by omission or commission we never do more than obscure. The truth stays in the undergrowth, waiting to be discovered.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

We learn from tragedy. Slowly.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.

Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.

That is my story, simply told. Please do not ask again. I have told you in order to issue a warning. I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists.

Television … the new gladiatorial arena.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul;
we search for its outlines in our lives. Those who
are lucky enough to find it, ease like water over a stone,
onto its fluid contours, and are home.