The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.
Djuna BarnesRead
Matthew,' she said, 'have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?' For a moment he did not answer. Taking up the decanter he held it to the light. 'Robin can go anywhere, do anything,' Nora continued, 'because she forgets, and I nowhere because I remember.' She came toward him. 'Matthew,' she said, 'you think I have always been like this. Once I was remorseless, but this is another love — it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop — it rots me away.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the transformative and consuming nature of deep love, highlighting its power to shape identity and memory.
In this quote, Nora expresses to Matthew the profound impact that love has had on her life, suggesting that it can change one's sense of self. She contrasts her current state of being, burdened by memories and the weight of love, with Robin's ability to be free and unencumbered, revealing the dual nature of love as both liberating and imprisoning.
In practice
In a discussion about the complexities of romantic relationships.
The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.
“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 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.”
What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.
On TV, the children can watch people murdering each other, which is a very unnatural thing, but they can't watch two people in the very natural process of making love. Now, really, that doesn't make any sense, does it?
It is the special quality of love not to be able to remain stationary, to be obliged to increase under pain of diminishing.
I used to look in the mirror and feel shame, I look in the mirror now and I absolutely love myself.
My message is always the same: to cultivate and practice love, kindness, compassion and tolerance.
Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?
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