{"author":"Josephine Hart","author_id":"Josephine+Hart","total_quotes":12,"quotes":[{"text":"Where would we be without it, memory? Well, it'll never die here. Never in this country. We feed it too well.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["memory","past","profound"],"id":2377,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"Life… has a way of testing the fault line.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["conflict","grief","life","loss","tragedy"],"id":52478,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"When we mourn those who die young – those who have been robbed of time – we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasure we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives. We believe that the untried soul, trapped in its young prison, might have flown free and known the joy that we still seek.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["death","time"],"id":154346,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"Men and women find all sorts of ways to be together, all sorts of ways. Yours was high and dangerous. Most of us stay on the lower paths.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["marraige","passion","relationships"],"id":217839,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"The weapon of memory, turned on the self, is an apocalyptic sword.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["memory","profound"],"id":229624,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"She's always loved writers, even more than the books I think. They're like personal friends to her.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["books","reading"],"id":235465,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"My mother insured that a life of petty facts and dutiful farming was kept at bay by her passionate intensity, which nurtured the essential dreaminess of his nature.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["couples","marriage","passionate-living"],"id":271014,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"When boys called Bob and Bono would bring their own wild-rhythm celebration and the world would fall down in worshipful hallelujahs as it again acknowledged Ireland's capacity to create missionaries. So what if they were 'the boys in the band'? They sang from a pulpit, an enormous pulpit looking down on a congregation that would knock your eyes out. A city that had produced Joyce and Beckett and Yeats, a country that had produced poet-heroes and more priests and nuns per head of population than almost any on earth was not going to spawn boys who just wanted to stand before a packed hall of gyrating teenagers and strum their guitars and sing. They had to have a message. One of salvation; they were in it to save the world. Like I said, we're teachers, missionaries.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["history","ireland","music","poetry"],"id":300785,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["luck"],"id":314314,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"},{"text":"I want to know what's wrong with loving someone for life? Even when they're dead? What exactly is wrong with that? Why should I put him away, out of my mind? Like he's out of fashion. Does no one love for ever any more? Is no one built for the long road?","author":"Josephine Hart","tags":["death","love","memory","profound"],"id":348311,"author_id":"Josephine+Hart"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":12,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}