A Quote by Djuna Barnes

I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat. — © Djuna Barnes
I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat.
Let every fart count as a peal of thunder for liberty. Let every fart remind the nation of how much it has let pass out of its control. It is a small gesture, but one that can be very effective - especially in a large crowd. So fart, and if you must, fart often. But always fart without apology. Fart for freedom, fart for liberty - and fart proudly.
Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home.
I'd rather eat a cow-pat on a bun than a bloody McDonalds.
Fart for freedom, fart for liberty—and fart proudly.
I went through the fields, and sat for an hour afraid to pass a cow. The cow looked at me, and I looked at the cow, and whenever I stirred the cow gave over eating.
Actions defined a man; words were a fart in the wind
I feel like a steaming cow-pat - or a car that's clocked up 400,000 miles in one journey.
It is so easy to take the violet flame and to use it that I am certain that once you begin you will recognize that the violet flame and the angels of the violet flame are the servants of the sons and daughters of God and the children of the Light, that the violet flame joyously serves you and acts to cleanse your entire being so that, as Jesus said, your whole body can be full of light.
Any man can fart in a closed room and say that he commands the wind
I always thought if you really want to be a good actor, you've got to be able to fart in public. That, to me, is the most important. If you are so inhibited that you can't fart, I don't mean around your friends, I mean just a fart, out loud somewhere. I don't mean the 'silent creeper', everybody does that. I mean fart out loud! Just that you can do it and not be afraid of it. Humility is very important.
writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.
Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.
I can't help comparing what I have with Gale to what I'm pretending to have with Peeta. How I never question Gale's motives while I do nothing but doubt the latter's. It's not a fair comparison really. Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you sidestep that?
The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves.
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
Confucius once said that a bear could not fart at the North Pole without causing a big wind in Chicago.
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