When we mourn those who die young – those who have been robbed of time – we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasure we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body… — Josephine Hart Copy Share Image
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 to find it ease like water over stone, onto its fluid contours, and are home. Some find it in a place of their birth; others may leave a seaside town, parched, and find themselves refreshed in… — Josephine Hart Copy Share
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
