Quotes by : Djuna Barnes

The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.

To think is to be sick...

I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.....

He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what....

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

...he is not like other children, not cruel, or savage. For this very reason he is called 'strange.'....

there's something wrong with any art that makes a woman all bust

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the....

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

the ballerina on perfected toeSpins to the axis of a fortitudeThat is the sum of all her yesterdays.