One cup poured into another makes different waters; tears shed by one eye would blind if wept into another's eye. The breast we strike in joy is not the breast we strike in pain; any man's smile would be consternation on another's mouth.
Djuna BarnesYes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy
Djuna BarnesEven the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet wonโt stick out.
Djuna Barnes