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Women’s propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

Great unhappiness is incompatible with the belief that it will ever end.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Belief Grief Unhappiness
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.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Mistake Past Thinking
What you desire you call into being.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Call Creativity Desire
Unhappiness makes beggars or accountants of us all.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Accountants Beggar Unhappiness
[On Werner Erhard, founder of est:] If I wanted a new belief system, I’d choose to believe in God – He’s been in business longer than Werner, and He has better music.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Belief Believe Music
It’s the perpetually unfinished quality of housework that makes it oppressive – it never ends, like bad psychoanalysis, or a dream interrupted. It is paradoxically true that it is exactly this daily re-creation of the world that lends housekeeping its nobility and romance.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Dream Quality Romance
The most painful moral struggles are not those between good and evil, but between the good and the lesser good.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Evil Pain Struggle
All our loves are contained in all our other loves.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Contain Love Other
Violence is its own anesthetist. The numbness it induces feels very much like calm.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Calm Numbness Violence
All is waiting and all is work; all is change and all is permanence.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Change Permanence Waiting Work
the islands of Italy combine all the elements – fire, water, earth, and air – and that is irresistible.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Air Fire Islands
Facts mean nothing to wounded feelings.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Facts Feelings Mean
Every house we have lived in, every building to which our hands have lent their work, belongs to us by virtue of love or of regret.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Hands Home Regret
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.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Cities Garden Travel
the gardens of our childhood are all beautiful.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Beautiful Childhood Garden
Autobiography is a preemptive strike against biographers.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Artistic Autobiography Strikes