Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward. 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-life effort feet 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 honesty liars doors For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish. Djuna Barnes nasty life-is people God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed! Djuna Barnes riding bed children 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 philosopher pounds men “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 honesty liars men We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart. Djuna Barnes muscles lasts heart Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty. Djuna Barnes life-is-short bad-day funny 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 breakup love-is lying 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 summer book school Why is it that whenever I hear music I think I’m a bride? Djuna Barnes brides thinking 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 sad running men Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact. Djuna Barnes dream facts To love without criticism is to be betrayed. Djuna Barnes judgment betrayed criticism Only the impossible lasts forever. Djuna Barnes philosophical lasts forever Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same. Djuna Barnes creative humble men And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers? Djuna Barnes careful conclusion reader 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-careful mind littles Life, the permission to know death. Djuna Barnes aging permission knows 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 potatoes gaps bridges
