My war brought me many things; let yours bring you as much. Life is not to be told, call it as loud… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“And once Father Lucas said to me, 'Be simple, Matthew, life is a simple book, and an open book, read and be… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality. We sleep in a long reproachful dust against ourselves. We… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“For us, books have turned into fast food, to be consumed in the gaps between one bout of relentless living and the… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“Robin told only a little of her life, but she kept repeating in one way or another her wish for a home,… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“…everything we do is decent when the mind begins to forget — the design of life; and good when we are forgotten… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“There goes the dismantled—Love has fallen off her wall. A religious woman,” he thought to himself, “without the joy and safety of the Catholic… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember? — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
My war brought me many things; let yours bring you as much. Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
When one wants to become cognizant of the color and the texture of the soil, one does not get a ladder; one gets a… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry,… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
God,' she cried, 'what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth weigh! She… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“No man need curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.” — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
