giving the utmost of herself to three absorbing interests [marriage, motherhood, career] ... was a problem for a superwoman, and a job for a superwoman, and only some such fabled being could have accomplished it with success.— Storm Jameson
The most cheerful Storm Jameson quotes that will inspire your inner self
Lord, if there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it.
I came home cured of everything except Vienna.
The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable.
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.
There is only one world; the world pressing against you at this minute. There is only one minute in which you are alive; this minute here and now. The only way to live is by accepting each minute as an unrepeatable miracle.
Sadistic literature is not only inhumane. It is anti-human.
For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful.
And more truly for what I have not received.
Only one person in a thousand knows the trick of really living in the present.
War, for any cause, is inexcusable. There is nothing which excuses us for the beastly ingenuity of our wars. Only fools, only the diseased, think that we are served by killing the strong young men with machines.
All pornography is to a degree sadistic - inevitably.
What I do not know and cannot even hope to understand before I die is why human beings are willfully, coldly, matter-of-factly cruel to each other ... What nerve has atrophied in the torturer, or worse is sensually moved?
to grow old is to have taken away, one by one, all gifts of life, the food and wine, the music and the company. ... the gods unloose, one by one, the mortal fingers that cling to the edge of the table.
Nationalism will keep its venom until we succeed in creating an image of the nations of the whole world as so many provinces.
An animal is not cruel; it lives wholly in the instant leap on its prey, in the present taste of marrow or blood. Cruelty begins with the memory, and the pleasures of the memory are impure; they draw their strength along levels where no sun has reached.
Speaking the truth, once you have started it, is too exhilarating to draw back.
Nothing lasts. Not even a great sorrow.
... the truth is exactly that which can't be got into words. We are forced to lie, a little or, if we are inferior, much.
Very rare, the intelligence of the heart.
The intelligence of the whimsical brain is less rare, less attaching, sometimes tedious.
If we are to survive on this planet, there must be compromises.
The young are so much more vulnerable than the old - the stuff is still warm and malleable, it takes impressions.
The older I grow the more sharply I mistrust words.
So few of them have any meaning left. It is impossible to write one sentence in which every word has the bareness and hardness of bones, the reality of the skeleton.
There is a stage in any misery when the victim begins to find a deep satisfaction in it.
In my firm, we dealt in lies. Advertising is that ... the skilful use of the truth to mislead, to spoil, to debase.
Think of all the really successful men and women you know.
Do you know a single one who didn't learn very young the trick of calling attention to himself in the right quarters?
Truth is the only good and the purest pity.
... Men lie for profit or for pity. All lies turn to poison, but a lie that is told for pity or shame breeds such a host of ills that no power on earth can compass their redemption.
Writing was a chimney for my blazing ambitions.
All writers who can claim to be called 'living' must be political in a sense.
They must have what the Quakers call a concern to understand what is happening in the world, and must engage themselves, in their writing, to promote no comfortable lies, of the sort which people will pay well to be told rather than the truth.
The critic's hankering to be law-giver rather than servant of literature is irrepressible.
Pornography is essentially reductive, an exercise in the nothing-but mode, a depersonalizing of the human beings involved, a showing-up of human lust as nothing but an affair of the genitals.
There is as much vanity in self-scourgings as in self-justification.
To reject censorship after studying the risks involved is very well.
To reject it ex cathedra, in the tones of Calvin pronouncing a dogma, eyes and mind closed to the possible consequences, the even marginally possible, is to make things too comfortable for oneself.
a writer's first duty is to be clear.
Clarity is an excellent virtue. Like all virtues it can be pursued at ruinous cost. Paid, so far as I am concerned, joyfully.
... the stomach is near the heart and one appetite pricks on another.
The gesture with which one generation guards the next is the movement, and the only time we see it clearly, of life itself.
The strangest thing about life is not its frightful cruelty, but that it can be gentle.
invaders always destroy libraries.
When you talk of revolution ... you never talk of the day after.
I am never happier than when I am alone in a foreign city; it is as if I had become invisible.
Any marriage worth the name is no better than a series of beginnings - many of them abortive.
There is only one world the world pressing against you this minute.
The hunger of the spirit for eternity - as fierce as a starving man's for bread - is much less a craving to go on living than a craving for redemption. Oh, and a protest against absurdity.
... the whole of society in Washington is to some degree political. It is like no other capital city known to me, in that political thinking, the whole business, technical and personal, of politics, is not diluted by an equal interest in art, industry, amusement, anything you like. I don't meant that these are non-existent in Washington -- only that they are subdued to the ruling passion.
A joke is a joke or the image of a truth.
Could anything be absurder than a man? The animal who knows everything about himself--except why he was born and the meaning of his unique existence.
The writer - more especially the novelist - who has not, at one moment or another, considered his publisher unworthy of him, has still to be conceived.
Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit.
She did not so much cook as assassinate food.
No one asks public men to be strictly moral, but they must seem to be well-behaved.