A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow as well as himself — and what is a man's shadow but his upright astonishment? - Djuna Barnes

A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.

Man has no foothold that is not also a bargain. So be it!

Our bones only ache while the flesh is on them. Stretch it 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.

There goes the dismantled — Love has fallen off her wall. A religious woman,” he thought to himself, “without the joy and safety of the Catholic faith, which at a pinch covers up the spots on the wall when the family portraits take a slide; take that safety from a woman,” he said to himself, quickening his step to follow her, “and love gets loose and into the rafters. She sees her everywhere,” he added, glancing at Nora as she passed into the dark. “Out looking for what she’s afraid to find — Robin. There goes mother of mischief, running about, trying to get the world home.