57 Quotes by Josephine Hart

The passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine. But in all essentials, my life was a good performance.

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.

We learn from tragedy. Slowly.

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.

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.

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

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.

They say that childhood forms us, that those early influences are the key to everything. Is the peace of the soul so easily won? Simply the inevitable result of a happy childhood. What makes childhood happy? Parental harmony? Good health? Security? Might not a happy childhood be the worst possible preparation for life? Like leading a lamb to the slaughter.