Best 40 quotes of Jessamyn West on MyQuotes

A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.

A good time for laughing is when you can.

A rattlesnake that doesn't bite teaches you nothing.

A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.

A taste for irony has kept more hearts from breaking than a sense of humor, for it takes irony to appreciate the joke which is on oneself.

At fourteen you don't need sickness or death for tragedy.

Being consistent meant not departing from convictions already formulated; being a leader meant making other persons accept these convictions. It was a narrow track, and a one-way, but a person might travel a considerable distance on it. A number of dictators have.

Each death and departure comes to us as a surprise, a sorrow never anticipated. Life is a long series of farewells; only the circumstances should surprise us.

Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.

Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.

If you train people properly, they won't be able to tell a drill from the real thing. If anything, the real thing will be easier.

If you want a baby, have a new one. Don't baby the old one.

In my time and neighborhood (and in my soul) there was only one standard by which a woman measured success: did some man want her?

In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults

In their sympathies, children feel nearer animals than adults. They frolic with animals, caress them, share with them feelings neither has words for. Have they ever stroked any adult with the love they bestow on a cat? Hugged any grownup with the ecstasy they feel when clasping a puppy?

I seem to be the only person in the world who doesn't mind being pitied. If you love me, pity me. The human state is pitiable: born to die, capable of so much, accomplishing so little; killing instead of creating, destroying instead of building, hating instead of loving. Pitiful, pitiful.

It is not easy to be solitary unless you are also born ruthless. Every solitary repudiates someone.

It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

I've done more harm by the falseness of trying to please than by the honesty of trying to hurt.

Justice is a terrible but necessary thing.

Knowledge of what you love somehow comes to you; you don’t have to read nor analyze nor study. If you love a thing enough, knowledge of it seeps into you, with particulars more real than any chart can furnish.

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.

One can write out of love or hate. Hate tells one a great deal about a person. Love makes one become the person. Love, contrary to legend, is not half as blind, at least for writing purposes, as hate. Love can see the evil and not cease to be love. Hate cannot see the good and remain hate. The writer, writing out of hatred, will, thus, paint a far more partial picture than if he had written out of love.

Only a fool would refuse to enter a fool's paradise when that's the only paradise he'll ever have a chance to enter.

People who keep journals have life twice

Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.

Talent is helpful in writing, but guts are absolutely necessary.

Teaching is the royal road to learning.

The conversation of two people remembering, if the memory is enjoyable to both, rocks on like music or lovemaking. There is a rhythm and a predictability to it that each anticipates and relishes.

The emotion, the ecstasy of love, we all want, but God spare us the responsibility.

The past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future.

There are two barriers that often prevent communication between the young and their elders. The first is middle-aged forgetfulness of the fact that they themselves are no longer young. The second is youthful ignorance of the fact that the middle aged are still alive.

The sick soon come to understand that they live in a different world from that of the well and that the two cannot communicate.

The source of one's joy is also often the source of one's sorrow.

The West is color. Its colors are animal rather than vegetable, the colors of earth and sunlight and ripeness.

We can love an honest rogue, but what is more offensive than a false saint?

Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends, and society are the natural enemies of the writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted, and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.

Writing is so difficult that I feel that writers, having had their hell on earth, will escape all punishment hereafter.

Roth wrote The Breast. Would you ask him how he could do this since he had never been a breast? Adams wrote Watership Down. Would you ask him how he could do this since he admitted his rabbit knowledge came from a book about rabbits? ... And those hobbits!... I am a bigger risk-taker than these others. The Hoosiers can contradict me. No rabbit, hobbit, or breast has been known to speak up in reply to their exploiters.