Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature. Djuna Barnes More Quotes by Djuna Barnes More Quotes From Djuna Barnes Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out. Djuna Barnes contemplative-lifeeffortfeet There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purity's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door? Djuna Barnes honestyliarsdoors For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish. Djuna Barnes nastylife-ispeople God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed! Djuna Barnes ridingbedchildren You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher. Djuna Barnes philosopherpoundsmen “God,” she cried, “what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth weigh! She couldn't tell me the truth because she had never planned it; her life was a continual accident, and how can you be prepared for that? Everything we can't bear in this world, some day we find in one person, and love it all at once.” Djuna Barnes honestyliarsmen We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart. Djuna Barnes muscleslastsheart Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty. Djuna Barnes life-is-shortbad-dayfunny None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last. Djuna Barnes breakuplove-islying When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty elms, not shadows of a fading summer; but swinging shapes as of books upon a strap, of round and square boxes held under an arm, of hurrying little people heading towards the nearest school. Djuna Barnes summerbookschool Why is it that whenever I hear music I think I’m a bride? Djuna Barnes bridesthinking A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep. Djuna Barnes sadrunningmen Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact. Djuna Barnes dreamfacts To love without criticism is to be betrayed. Djuna Barnes judgmentbetrayedcriticism Only the impossible lasts forever. Djuna Barnes philosophicallastsforever Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same. Djuna Barnes creativehumblemen And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers? Djuna Barnes carefulconclusionreader No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into. Djuna Barnes be-carefulmindlittles Life, the permission to know death. Djuna Barnes agingpermissionknows I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill up the hole that the mice came through. Djuna Barnes potatoesgapsbridges
