God,' she cried, 'what is love? Man seeking his own head? The human head, so rented by misery that even the teeth… — 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
“I tell you, Madame, if one gave birth to a heart on a plate, it would say “Love” and twitch like the… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
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… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the 'findings' in a tomb. As in one will be… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we… — 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… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me. — 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
