23 Quotes by Judith Wright

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    Only after I faced the unhappiness of my first marriage did I start on the path of personal growth.

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    You are about to begin the hero's journey. Travel well on the quest. A life of More is your birthright. Know the vast resource that reside in you and are provided for you in the world. You have raised the battle cry of There Must Be More Than This.

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    Want to know if a given behavior is a soft addiction? If any of these characteristics apply, chances are it is: zoning out, avoiding feelings, compulsiveness, denial/rationalization, stinking thinking, and hiding or lying about the behavior.

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    When one pauses to consider how thoroughly corrupted our censors must be by this time, it is difficult to have any faith whatever in their judgement of what is and is not corrupting to others. If to the pure all things are pure, it may well follow that to the corrupted all things are corrupt.

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    Now that I know that each star has its path, each bird is finally feathered and grown in the unbroken shell, each tree in the seed, each song in the life laid down - is the night sky any less strange; should my glance less follow the flight; should the pen shake less in my hand.

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    Love is a very important part of life, and you have to give in to it. But after a while it ceases to be such an important force in life, and that's the time when you should give in to age and stop doing it, if you don't have the impulse any more.

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    That impulse I think is a form of love. Poetry is something that comes to you, rather than your having to work out its form beforehand.

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    Wisdom can see the red, the rose, the stained and sculptured curve of grey, the charcoal scars of fire, and see around that living tower of tree the hermit tatters of old bark split down and strip to end the season; and can be quiet and not look for reasons past the edge of reason.

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