Djuna Barnes Quotes

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.

He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we can love) would eventually be a part of himself

She said to herself: 'Is not the gown the natural raiment of extremity? What nation, what religion, what ghost, what dream has not worn it—infants, angels, priests, the dead; why—should not the doctor, in the grave dilemma of his alchemy, wear his dress?' She thought: 'He dresses to lie beside himself, who is so constructed that love, for him, can be only something special; in a room that giving back evidence of his occupancy, is as mauled as the last agony.

I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished.

To think is to be sick...

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.