I am sick of war. Every woman of my generation is sick of war. Fifty years of war. Wars rumored, wars beginning, wars fought, wars ending, wars paid for, wars endured.
Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness.
- Josephine Winslow Johnson
things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.
We are dying of preconceptions, outworn rules, decaying flags, venomous religions, and sentimentalities. We need a new world. We've wrenched up all t… - Josephine Winslow Johnson
We are dying of preconceptions, outworn rules, decaying flags, venomous religions, and sentimentalities. We need a new world. We've wrenched up all t…
Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind! - Josephine Winslow Johnson
Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!
The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.
Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.
What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness? - Josephine Winslow Johnson
What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?
The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats.
in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.
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