"It is an immense loss to have all robust and sustaining expletives refined away from one! At. moments of trial refinement is a feeble reed to lean upon."
About Alice James
Alice James — Life and Legacy
Alice James, the sister of the renowned philosopher William James and novelist Henry James, carved her own niche in the literary world through her poignant diaries. Her writings delve into the complexities of identity and the struggles of mental health, providing a raw and honest look at her inner life. In one of her notable reflections, she states, 'I am not a good enough person,' which encapsulates her ongoing battle with self-worth and societal expectations. Alice's work often challenges the norms of her time, particularly regarding women's roles and mental health. Her candid discussions about her depression and feelings of alienation resonate deeply, revealing the tension between her aspirations and the limitations imposed by society. Through her diaries, she articulates a profound understanding of truth, emphasizing the need for authenticity in a world that often demands conformity. Today, Alice James's quotes and writings continue to inspire readers, offering insight into the human condition and the importance of embracing one's true self amidst adversity. Her legacy as a writer and thinker remains significant, as her words encourage a deeper exploration of identity and the complexities of mental health.
Quote collection
Alice James quotes (page 1 of 2)
25 quotes — follow a thought to its full quote page.
"One has a greater sense of degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience."
"The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?"
"I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am."
"You must remember that a woman, by nature, needs much less to feed upon than a man, a few emotions and she is satisfied."
"When will women begin to have the first glimmer that above all other loyalties is the loyalty toTruth, i.e., to yourself, that husband, children, friends and countryare as nothing to that."
"Though I have no productive worth, I have a certain value as an indestructible quantity."
"Destitution and excessive luxury develop apparently the same ideals, the same marauding attitude towards mankind, the intensity of struggle for material goods, -- surely showing how perfect is the meeting of extremes."
"I make it a rule always to believe compliments implicitly for five minutes, and to simmer gently for twenty more."
"Physical pain however great ends in itself and falls away like dry husks from the mind, whilst moral discords and nervous horrors sear the soul."
"How fatally the entire want of humor cripples the mind."
"Truly nothing is to be expected except for the unexpected."
"How heroic to be able to suppress one's vanity to the extent of confessing that the game is too hard."
"How sick one gets of being "good," how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours; embody selfishness."
"What sense of superiority it gives one to escape reading some book which every one else is reading."
"The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape"
"The gain isn't counted to the recluse and inactive that, having nothing to measure themselves by and never being tested by failure, they simmer and soak perpetually in conscious complacency."
"It is so comic to hear oneself called old, even at ninety I suppose!"
"What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life."
"I think that if I get into the habit of writing a bit about what happens, or rather doesn't happen, I may lose a little of the sense of isolation and desolation which abides with me. My circumstances allowing of nothing but the ejaculation of one-syllabled reflections, a written monologue by that most interesting being, myself, may have its yet to be discovered consolations."