Forgotten Quote by Djuna Barnes Download Open image “I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.” — Djuna Barnes ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Forgotten Love Said Strange
“I loved her. I did not know what state of mind I would be in when I got where I was going and I… — Kate McGahan Copy Share Image
“-Did you really love her? -I loved her for my whole life, until I knew you and my heart broke in pieces." -A Love For Remember” — Letícia Watanabe Copy Share
“Dear Beloved woman, Time… so much time has passed since my love wrote his last words for me. And yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember writing back and for the first time since I had left home I told my love what kind of darkness surrounded me here. I forgot all the sweet things my… — Talon P.S Copy Share
What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words… — Marguerite Duras Copy Share Image
“I loved her for what I couldn't understand about her. Love searches for the mystery in the beloved, seeks the unknowable.” — John Dufresne Copy Share Image
“She remembers those moments of coming up against death and having to shock yourself with the permanence of it. The hollow sensation of actively… — Susie Steiner Copy Share Image
“When you grow up as I have, a lost girl without any real past, you latch on to the people who seem to love you. At least that’s what I did. It started early, my holding on too tightly and needing too much. I always craved love. The unconditional, even unearned kind. I needed someone to say it to me.… — Kristin Hannah Copy Share
“People say, it is so special to be loved by someone. How can I say, when I’ve never been loved.” — M.F. Moonzajer Copy Share Image
“I loved you even when you forgot me. And—for a little while—you loved me back.” — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“I think back to the last time I saw her. It had been about two weeks ago, the day before she’d left for New… — B.A. Paris 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 faith, which at a pinch covers up the spots on the wall when the family portraits take a slide; take that safety from a woman,” he said to himself, quickening his step to follow her, “and… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
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 like, it will not tell itself. No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into, and remember Lady Macbeth, who had her mind in… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
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, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
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 prepare for that? Everything we can't bear in the world, some day we find in… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
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 it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We… — Djuna Barnes Copy Share
While the 1963 Birmingham church bombing is the most historic, there also was a series of church burnings in the 1990s. Recognition of the terror those and similar acts impose on communities seems to have been forgotten post-Sept. 11, 2001. — Anthea Butler Copy Share
I was just going to say something, but I forgot when I started looking at you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Black women's intersectional experiences of racism and sexism have been a central but forgotten dynamic in the unfolding of feminist and antiracist agendas. — Kimberle Williams Crenshaw Copy Share Image
I mean, sitcoms shouldn't be doing 'Saturday Night Live.' You can't just do bit after bit after bit. You have to string it together… — Joyce DeWitt Copy Share Image
People paid money for tickets to see us and be entertained by us, and we've never forgotten that. Anything after that was a bonus. — Malcolm Young Copy Share Image
“Forgotten hero was never the real hero, real hero can not be forgotten.” — Amit Kalantri Copy Share Image
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again. — Rumi Copy Share
It's the frames which make some things important and some things forgotten. It's all only frames from which the content rises. — Eve Babitz Copy Share Image
Our public officials have forgotten that they are ultimately accountable to the people who put them in office, that the information they keep in… — Yoko Ono Copy Share Image
I had forgotten that talking to you is like trying to pet a cactus." Saiman said dryly. "Thank you for reminding me." "Always happy… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
