Djuna Barnes
Djuna Barnes
Djuna Barneswas an American writer and artist best known for her novel Nightwood, a cult classic of lesbian fiction and an important work of modernist literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth12 June 1892
CityStorm King Mountain, NY
CountryUnited States of America
men shadow wells
A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow as well as himself - and what is a man's shadow but his upright astonishment?
men use
Man is the only thing that has no further use after something goes amiss.
men shadow accounts
A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.
running men sorrow
A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.
men gnarly feet
This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.
honesty liars men
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 one person, and love it all at once.... There's something evil in me that loves evil and degradation--purty's black backside! That loves honesty with a horrid love; or why have I always gone seeking it at the liar's door?
men pounds philosopher
You beat the liver out of a goose to get a pâté; you pound the muscles of a man's cardia to get a philosopher.
humble men identity
Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same.
men needs looks
No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.
new-york men water
New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.
life-is you-like-it loud
Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself.
littles bohemian wells
Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?
humble wind cows
I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat.
thinking past paris
Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?