Pamela Hansford Johnson, Baroness Snow, CBE, FRSL (29 May 1912 – 18 June 1981) was an English novelist, playwright, poet, literary and social critic.
You slam a politician, you make out he's the devil, with horns and hoofs. But his wife loves him, and so did all his mistresses.
the most deeply moving element in the contemplation of beauty is the element of loss. We desire to hold; but the sunset melts into the night, and the secret of the painting on the wall can never be the secret of the buyer.
We demand that people should be true to the pictures we have of them, no matter how repulsive those pictures may be: we prefer the true portrait (as we have conceived it), in all its homogeneity, to one with a detail added which refuses to fit in.
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
There are few things more disturbing than to find, in somebody we detest, a moral quality which seems to us demonstrably superior to anything we ourselves possess. It augurs not merely an unfairness on the part of creation, but a lack of artistic judgment. Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.
Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.
I have always wanted to write in such a way that will make people think, Why, I've always thought that but never found the words for it.
Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.
I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.
John of Ruysbroeck
John Heilemann
Chris Guillebeau
Edward Stettinius, Jr.
Kevin Clash
Jackie Gayle
Canibus
James K. Baxter
Guthrie Govan
Marguerite Moreau
Louis Antoine de Saint-Just
David Lean