I am sick of war. Every woman of my generation is sick of war. Fifty years of war. Wars rumored, wars beginning, wars fought, wars ending, wars paid for, wars endured. — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
“And there was the inner walking on the edge of darkness, the peering into black doorways...the unrevealed answer which must be somewhere, and yet might not be even present or hidden in that darkness..this under-life which when traced or held to was not there, and yet kept coming back and thrust up like an iron dike through the solid layers… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share
Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness. — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
The woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for. — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat. — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
We are dying of preconceptions, outworn rules, decaying flags, venomous religions, and sentimentalities. We need a new world. We've wrenched up all the old roots. The old men have no roots. They don't know it. They just go on talking and flailing away and falling down on the young with their tons of dead weight and their power. For the… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share
... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is. — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
There is 'a time to be born' - and born again, free of accumulated, encrusted sores of fears and prejudices, old hates, of cancerous… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
“There must be some reason, I thought, why we should go on year after year, with this lump of debt, scrailing earth down to… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
“I like to pretend that the years alter and revalue, but begin to see that time does nothing but enlarge without mutation. You have a chance here--more than a chance, it is thrust upon you--to be alone and still. To look backward and forward and see with clarity. To see the years behind, the essential loneliness, and the likeness of… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share
Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind! — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in. — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
