It is a common delusion that you make things better by talking about them.— Rose Macaulay
The most provocative Rose Macaulay quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.
Life, for all its agonies...is exciting and beautiful, amusing and artful and endearing...and whatever is to come after it -- we shall not have this life again.
So they left the subject and played croquet, which is a very good game for people who are annoyed with one another, giving many opportunities for venting rancor.
Adultery is a meanness and a stealing, a taking away from someone what should be theirs, a great selfishness, and surrounded and guarded by lies lest it should be found out. And out of meanness and selfishness and lying flow love and joy and peace beyond anything that can be imagined.
At the worst, a house unkept cannot be so distressing as a life unlived.
Only one hour in the normal day is more pleasurable than the hour spent in bed with a book before going to sleep, and that is the hour spent in bed with a book after being called in the morning.
Decades have a delusive edge to them.
They are not, of course, really periods at all, except as any other ten years may be. But we, looking at them, are caught by the different name each bears, and give them different attributes, and tie labels on them, as if they were flowers in a border.
The impulse to ask questions is among the more primitive human lusts.
Age has extremely little to do with anything that matters.
The difference between one age and another is, as a rule, enormously exaggerated.
They... threw themselves into the interests of the rest, but each plowed his or her own furrow. Their thoughts, their little passions and hopes and desires, all ran along separate lines. Family life is like this - animated, but collateral.
Cranks live by theory, not by pure desire.
They want votes, peace, nuts, liberty, and spinning-looms not because they love these things, as a child loves jam, but because they think they ought to have them. That is one element which makes the crank.
The superior thing ... was to be late. Lateness showed that serene contempt for the illusion we call time which is so necessary to ensure the respect of others and oneself. Only the servile are punctual.
News is like food: it is the cooking and serving that makes it acceptable, not the material itself.
Parents are untamed, excessive, potentially troublesome creatures;
charming to be with for a time, in the main they must lead their own lives, independent and self-employed, with companions of their own age and selection.
The manuscript may go forth from the writer to return with a faithfulness passing the faithfulness of the boomerang or the homing pigeon.
Sleeping in a bed -- it is, apparently, of immense importance.
Against those who sleep, from choice or necessity, elsewhere society feels righteously hostile. It is not done. It is disorderly, anarchical.
It was a book to kill time for those who like it better dead.
To be prejudiced is the privilege of the thinking human being. ... The open mind is the empty mind.
One never feels such distaste for one's countrymen and countrywomen as when one meets them abroad.
One day I shall write a little book of conduct myself, and I shall call it Social Problems of the Unsociable. And the root problem, beneath a hundred varying manifestions, is How to Escape. How to escape, that is, at those times, be they few or frequent, when you want to keep yourself to yourself.
Love's a disease. But curable.
Behavior of such cunning cruelty that only a human being could have thought of or contrived it we call 'inhuman,' revealing thus some pathetic ideal standard for our species that survives all betrayals.
A hot bath! I cry, as I sit down in it! Again as I lie flat, a hot bath! How exquisite a pleasure, how luxurious, fervid and flagrant a consolation for the rigors, the austerities, the renunciation of the day.
Did you ever look through a microscope at a drop of pond water? You see plenty of love there. All the amoebae getting married. I presume they think it very exciting and important. We don't.
miss my daily Mass, and have a superstitious feeling that anything may happen on the days I don't go. However, nothing in particular has.
Take my camel, dear,' said my aunt Dot, climbing down from that animal on her return from high Mass.
what about Christianity? Are we right in the face of so long a record of its poverty in international achievement, to keep invoking it as a standard, almost synonymous with civilization?
I can think of few things more disastrous than starting a new correspondence with any one. Letters are a burden indeed ... they seem often the last straw that breaks the back ... you should see the piles of those that I must answer that litter and weight my writing table.
Why is humanity so excessive in the way it does things? The golden mean seems out of fashion.
Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I sent the bath towel to the wash this morning, and omitted to put out another. I have no towel.
The last sin, the sin against the Holy Ghost - to lie to oneself.
Lying to other people - that's a small thing in comparison.
It is to the eccentrics that the world owes most of its knowledge.
Churches are wonderful and beautiful, and they are vehicles for religion, but no Church can have more than a very little of the truth.
Nothing, perhaps, is strange, once you have accepted life itself, the great strange business which includes all lesser strangeness.
[Religion is a] primitive insurance against disaster.
... Originally religion was merely a function of the self-preservative instinct. Offer sacrifices to the gods and save your crops. And even Christianity, after all, insures heavily against the flaws in this life by belief in another.
To lunch with the important ... that should be the daily goal of those for whom life is not a playground but a ladder.
The very utterness of the crash and ruin, the desperation of the case, might be its hope. On ruins one can begin to build. Anyhow, looking out from ruins one clearly sees; there are no obstructing walls.
Women have one great advantage over men.
It is commonly thought that if they marry they have done enough, and need career no further. If a man marries, on the other hand, public opinion is all against him if he takes this view.
Each wrong act brings with it its own anesthetic, dulling the conscience and blinding it against further light, and sometimes for years.
The poet has to make a synthesis out of the moral life of our time, and this life is lived at this moment on a political plane.
Cruelty was the devil, and most people were, in one way or another, cruel.
Tyranny, suppression, persecution, torture, slavery, war, neglect - all were cruel. The world was acid and sour with hate, fat with greed, yellow with the triumph of the strong and the rich.
Never approach a friend's wife or girlfriend with mischief as your goal.
.. unless she's really attractive.
Human passions against eternal laws -- that is the everlasting conflict.
God very seldom succeeds. He has very nearly everything against him, of course.
Nearly all novels are too long.
It wasn't really touching to be young;
it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching to be thirty; more touching to be forty; tragic to be fifty; and heartbreaking to be sixty. As to seventy, as to eighty, one would feel as one did during the last dance of a ball, tired but fey in the paling dawn, desperately making the most of each bar of music before one went home to bed.
One should, I think, always give children money, for they will spend it for themselves far more profitably than we can ever spend it for them.
Words move, turning over like tumbling clowns;
like certain books and like fleas, they possess activity. All men equally have the right to say, 'This word shall bear this meaning,' and see if they can get it across. It is a sporting game, which all can play, only all cannot win.
I seldom meet actors, they are to me bright strange fishes swimming in an element alien to me; I feel that to meet them is to See Life.