to have a crisis, and act upon it, is one thing. To dwell in perpetual crisis is another.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONtruth … is the first casualty of tyranny.
More Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Quotes
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One feels a quickening of the pulse when one crosses a border.
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it’s perfectly possible to hate one’s fat and to love one’s body at the same time.
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To offer the complexities of life as an excuse for not addressing oneself to the simpler, more manageable (trivial) aspects of daily existence is a perversity often indulged in by artists, husbands, intellectuals — and critics of the Women’s Movement.
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I made the mistake of thinking that if you add up the past, you sum up the future; I forgot how frequently life astonishes us.
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There are no original ideas. There are only original people.
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The real reason women fall in love abroad is not that they are free of domestic inhibitions but that they translate their love of stone and place into love of flesh. … Is this true?
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Sometimes I think that just not thinking of oneself is a form of prayer. . .
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All is waiting and all is work; all is change and all is permanence.
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The dream police will not let me have sexual fantasies.
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To live exhilaratingly in and for the moment is deadly serious work, fun of the most exhausting sort
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All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
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My mother was my first jealous lover.
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Persecution always acts as a jell for members of cults; it proves to them, in the absence of history, liturgy, tradition, and doctrine, that they are God’s chosen.
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I love medieval cities; they do not clamor for attention; they possess their souls – their riches – in quiet; formal, courteous, they reveal themselves slowly, stone by stone, garden by garden; hidden treasures wait calmly to be loved and yield to introspective wandering.
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The past is a sorry country.
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