hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body… — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
A concealed truth, that's all a lie is. Either by omission or commission we never do more than obscure. The truth stays in the… — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
“What really makes us is beyond grasping. It's way beyond knowing. We give in to love... because it gives us some sense of what… — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
“She was the split-second experience that changes everything.; the car smash; the letter we shouldn't have opened; the lump in the breast or groin;… — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
“There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul: we search for its outlines all over our lives. Those who are lucky enough… — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
We say that life is sweet, its satisfactions deep. All this we say, as we sleepwalk our time through years of days and nights.… — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives. — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home. — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
Our sanity depends essentially on a narrowness of vision--the ability to select the elements vital to survival, while ignoring the great truths. — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
