Storm Jameson
Storm Jameson
Margaret Storm Jamesonwas an English journalist and author, known for her novels and reviews...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth8 January 1891
lying writing people
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 ...
stuff youth vulnerable
The young are so much more vulnerable than the old - the stuff is still warm and malleable, it takes impressions.
unique men animal
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.
cities invisible ifs
I am never happier than when I am alone in a foreign city; it is as if I had become invisible.
compromise planets misandry
If we are to survive on this planet, there must be compromises.
memories language metaphor
Language is memory and metaphor.
cooking cooks
She did not so much cook as assassinate food.
life world minutes
There is only one world the world pressing against you this minute.
thanksgiving religion thankfulness
For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received.
hope talent
Hope is a talent like any other.
memories habit ends
Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit.
miracle way-to-live alive
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.
lasts emotion surprise
Surprise will be my last emotion, not fear.
regret past long
Only one person in a thousand knows the trick of really living in the present. Most of us spend fifty-nine minutes an hour living in the past, with regret for lost joys or shame for things badly done (both utterly useless and weakening) or in a future which we either long for or dread. . . . 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. Which is exactly what it is-a miracle and unrepeatable.