The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
Djuna Barnes, Nightwood.
“...he is not like other children, not cruel, or savage. For this very reason he is called 'strange.' A child who is mature, in the sense that the heart is mature, is always, I have observed, called...”
“there's something wrong with any art that makes a woman all bust”
“I have been loved," she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.”
“He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we can love) would eventually be a part of himself”
“To think is to be sick...”
“None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.”
“Pain is not the same as suffering. Left to itself, the body discharges pain spontaneously, letting go of it the moment that the underlying cause is healed. Suffering is pain that we hold on to. It ...”
“In pleasant peace and security How suddenly the soul in a man begins to die He shall look up above the stalled oxen Envying the cruel falcon, And dig under the straw for a stone To bruise himself on.”
“It is amazing, though, what pains your subconscious will undergo in achieve sustainable peace.”