the most deeply moving element in the contemplation of beauty is the element of loss. We desire to hold; but the sunset melts into the night, and the secret of the painting on the wall can never be the secret… — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire. — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
There are few things more disturbing than to find, in somebody we detest, a moral quality which seems to us demonstrably superior to anything… — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
We demand that people should be true to the pictures we have of them, no matter how repulsive those pictures may be: we prefer… — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
I have always wanted to write in such a way that will make people think, Why, I've always thought that but never found the… — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
the most deeply moving element in the contemplation of beauty is the element of loss. We desire to hold; but the sunset melts into… — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable. — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
We demand that people should be true to the pictures we have of them, no matter how repulsive those pictures may be: we prefer… — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you. — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
You slam a politician, you make out he's the devil, with horns and hoofs. But his wife loves him, and so did all his… — Pamela Hansford Johnson Copy Share Image
