My mother insured that a life of petty facts and dutiful farming was kept at bay by her passionate intensity, which nurtured the essential dreaminess of his nature
Josephine HartTags: marriage couples passionate-living
The miraculous intimacy we shared did not have the time to generate into resentful emotional bondage
Josephine HartThere 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 the desert. there are those born in rolling countryside who are really only at ease in the intense and busy loneliness of the city.
For some, the search is for the imprint of another; a child or a mother, a grandfather or a brother, a lover, a husband, a wife, or a foe.
We may go through our lives happy or unhappy, successful or unfulfilled, loved, or unloved, without ever standing cold with the shock or recognition, without ever feeling the agony as the twisted iron in our soul unlocks itself and we slip at last into place.
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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 is unknowable. Nothing else matters, not at the end.
Josephine HartThe passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine. But in all essentials, my life was a good performance.
Josephine HartOur sanity depends essentially on a narrowness of vision--the ability to select the elements vital to survival, while ignoring the great truths.
Josephine HartShe 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; the blinding flash. On my well-ordered stage-set the lights were up, and maybe at last I was waiting in the wings.
Josephine HartVery odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.
Josephine HartWas my sin basically one of untruthfulness? Or, more likely, one of cowardice? But the liar knows the truth. The coward knows his fear and runs away.
Josephine HartThe day then trapped me in its iron bars of phone calls and meetings, letters to read, letters to write, decisions to make, promises to break.
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