Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember? — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
She was nervous about the future; it made her indelicate. She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
In the acceptance of depravity the sense of the past is most truly captured. What is a ruin but time easing itself… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward. — Djuna Barnes Copy Share Image
“as if this girl were the converging halves of a broken fate, setting face, in sleep, toward itself in time, as an… — 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
Matthew,' she said, 'have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?' For a moment he did not answer. Taking up the… — 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
