The woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for. — 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… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable… — 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… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
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… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
... 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… — Josephine Winslow Johnson Copy Share Image
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
