How do you think it would feel to be obliged to ask for a seat-belt extender on an airplane? For the unfashionably bulgy, life is a series of small humiliations.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONDesire creates its own object.
More Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Quotes
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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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To sleep is an act of faith.
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I don’t think I know a single woman who knows what she looks like.
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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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In memory Venice is always magic.
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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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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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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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the gardens of our childhood are all beautiful.
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There is something worse than dying, and that is humiliation – at least so it seemed to me.
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There are no inanimate objects.
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There are no original ideas. There are only original people.
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If there is one lesson Rome teaches, it is that matter is good; in Rome the holy and the homely rise and converge.
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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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