Barbara Grizzuti Harrison - Love Quotes

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Nothing is more democratic, less judgmental, than water. Water doesn't care whether flesh is withered or fresh; it caresses aged flesh and firm flesh with equal love.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
I love medieval cities; they do not clamor for attention; they possess their souls — their riches — in quiet; formal, courteous, they reveal themselves slowly, stone by stone, garden by garden; hidden treasures wait calmly to be loved and yield to introspective wandering.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
Kindness and intelligence don't always deliver us from the pitfalls and traps: There are always failures of love, of will, of imagination. There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.

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Every house we have lived in, every building to which our hands have lent their work, belongs to us by virtue of love or of regret.

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It's perfectly possible to hate one's fat and to love one's body at the same time.

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All our loves are contained in all our other loves.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
My love of water... is mingled with and almost indistinguishable from a fear of water (I can float in a vertical position — I enter a fugue state — but I cannot bear to bury my face in water).

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
The real reason women fall in love abroad is not that they are free of domestic inhibitions but that they translate their love of stone and place into love of flesh.... Is this true?

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
We are all proprietary toward cities we love. 'Ah, you should have seen her when I loved her!' we say, reciting glories since faded or defiled, trusting her to no one else; that others should know and love her in her present fallen state (for she must fall without our vigilant love) is a species of betrayal.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison