I am never happier than when I am alone in a foreign city; it is as if I had become invisible. Storm Jameson More Quotes by Storm Jameson More Quotes From Storm Jameson 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. Storm Jameson regretlongpast The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable. Storm Jameson way-to-livemiraclelife 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. Storm Jameson way-to-livemiraclespiritual Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed. Storm Jameson happinessinspirationallife There is as much vanity in self-scourgings as in self-justification. Storm Jameson self-justificationvanityself 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. Storm Jameson strongmenwar Surprise will be my last emotion, not fear. Storm Jameson surpriselastsemotion For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received. Storm Jameson thanksgivingthankfulnessreligion Only one person in a thousand knows the trick of really living in the present. Storm Jameson really-livinglive-in-the-presenttricks The young are so much more vulnerable than the old - the stuff is still warm and malleable, it takes impressions. Storm Jameson youthvulnerablestuff 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. Storm Jameson winetakentables 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? Storm Jameson crueltynervesmatter No form of art repeats or imitates successfully all that can be said by another; the writer conveys his experience of life along a channel of communication closed to painter, mathematician, musician, film-maker. Storm Jameson musiciancommunicationart Nothing lasts. Not even a great sorrow. Storm Jameson impermanencelastssorrow Speaking the truth, once you have started it, is too exhilarating to draw back. Storm Jameson exhilaratingspeak-the-truthdraws Hope is a talent like any other. Storm Jameson hopefultalenthope Perhaps this is in the end what most marriages are - gentleness, memory, and habit. Storm Jameson habitendsmemories She did not so much cook as assassinate food. Storm Jameson cookscooking Language is memory and metaphor. Storm Jameson metaphorlanguagememories The critic's hankering to be law-giver rather than servant of literature is irrepressible. Storm Jameson giverliteraturelaw
