“ We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart. ”
She was gracious and yet fading, like an old statue in a garden, that symbolizes the weather through which it has endured, and is not so much the work of man as the work of wind and rain and the herd of the seasons, and though formed in men's image is a figure of doom.
~ Djuna Barnes
there's something wrong with any art that makes a woman all bust
the ballerina on perfected toeSpins to the axis of a fortitudeThat is the sum of all her yesterdays.
The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
