Insanity is a lack of proportion.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONI 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.
More Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Quotes
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There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.
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Silence is the garment of light.
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There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.
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Rome is all things high and low. It is like God, it accommodates so much.
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In the face of evil, detachment is a dubious virtue.
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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.
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[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.
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Nothing is more democratic, less judgmental, than water. Water doesn’t care whether flesh is withered or fresh; it caresses aged flesh and firm flesh with equal love.
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My mother was my first jealous lover.
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Kindness and intelligence don’t always deliver us from the pitfalls and traps: there are always failures of love, of will, of imagination. There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.
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All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
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There are no original ideas. There are only original people.
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The most painful moral struggles are not those between good and evil, but between the good and the lesser good.
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The past is a sorry country.
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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.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON