Quotes from Josephine Hart

Life is usually loved more than our most sacred love. In that knowledge lies the beginning of our cruelty and of our survival.

Sissy,travelling down the road with you was all I have ever wanted in life. The beauty of it! No matter how long this takes, I'll wait.

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

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

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

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

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.

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

Life… has a way of testing the fault line

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

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.

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

She's always loved writers, even more than the books I think. They're like personal friends to her.

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.

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

Life… has a way of testing the fault line

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

The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword.

ecco la mia storia in parole semplici, ho subito un danno: le persone danneggiate sono pericolose

Yet each day that touches us, and every man in the world, is unique; irredeemable; over. And just another Monday.

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

E soprattutto sapeva che per quanto ci si perda nel presente, per quanto si creda che il passato è stato cancellato, esso ritorna. Ritorna a giudicarti. E tu giudichi lui, il passato, nel paesaggio morale della memoria.

A romantic refuses to see the changes in people he loves, or in cities which hold amorous memories for him.

I believe now that I was exposed too early to goodness and that I never recovered.