57 Quotes by Josephine Hart

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.

There was a full moon in the starless sky. I thought how rarely I had noticed such things. Some deep failure of the soul perhaps. An inherited emptiness. A nothingness passed from generation to generation. A flaw in the psyche, discovered only by those who suffer by it.

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

My mother insured that a life of petty facts and dutiful farming was kept at bay by her passionate intensity, which nurtured the essential dreaminess of his nature.

I have been at the bedsides of the dying, who looked puzzled at their family’s grief as they left a world in which they had never felt at home.

The day then trapped me in its iron bars of phone calls and meetings, letters to read, letters to write, decisions to make, promises to break.

I want to know what’s wrong with loving someone for life? Even when they’re dead? What exactly is wrong with that? Why should I put him away, out of my mind? Like he’s out of fashion. Does no one love for ever any more? Is no one built for the long road?

Where would we be without it, memory? Well, it’ll never die here. Never in this country. We feed it too well.

The majority do not desire the world – knowing on some primitive level that it disappoints. They are quite content to let the blind few pursue their path to wisdom. And to watch those trapped by genius forced to sacrifice themselves, and those trapped by talent to emulate them. Much better to be in the audience, watching the actors find the surprise ending.