I cannot believe this is the end. Nor can I believe that death is more than the blindness of those living. And if this is only the consolation of a heart in its necessity, or that easy faith born of despair, it does not matter, since it gives us courage somehow to face the mornings. Which is as much as the heart can ask at times.
Josephine Winslow JohnsonEverything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness.
Josephine Winslow Johnsonin mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.
Josephine Winslow Johnsonthings that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.
Josephine Winslow JohnsonAnd blessed are they who have learned the rhythms of the invisible clock whose hours and minutes are immense and soundless. The great clock of the seasons and the years, and the small clock of the intuition, whose timing is guided by the heart.
Josephine Winslow Johnsonpacifists lead a lonely life. Not even gathering together can take the place of that vast, warm sun of approval that is shed on motherhood, on law-abiding, on killing, and on making money. Someday will we come into our own? Well, motherhood may move into the shade. Law-abiding is going through a trauma. But killing and making money are good for a long, long time.
Josephine Winslow Johnson