There is something worse than dying, and that is humiliation – at least so it seemed to me.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONTo surrender one’s vulnerable body to water has always seemed to me a limpid act of will that has no coutnerpart or equal, unless it is sex.
More Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Quotes
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Italy offers one the most priceless of all one’s possessions – one’s own soul.
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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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Beware of people carrying ideas. Beware of ideas carrying people.
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There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.
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Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
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the gardens of our childhood are all beautiful.
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All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
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my love of water … is mingled with and almost indistinguishable from a fear of water (I can float in a vertical position – I enter a fugue state – but I cannot bear to bury my face in water).
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Food is my drug of choice.
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Autobiography is a preemptive strike against biographers.
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To surrender one’s vulnerable body to water has always seemed to me a limpid act of will that has no coutnerpart or equal, unless it is sex.
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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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Weather creates character.
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I don’t think I know a single woman who knows what she looks like.
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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.
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