None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.
Djuna BarnesโGod,โ she cried, โwhat 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 be prepared for that? Everything we can't bear in this world, some day we find in one person, and love it all at once.โ
Djuna Barnes