„I am murdering me, where I kneeled at your kiss.I am pushing knives through the handsthat created two into one.Our hands do not bleed at this,they lie still in their dishonor.“

— Anne Sexton

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„It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?“
— Emily Brontë
„Everywhere I am folded, there I am a lie.“
— Rainer Maria Rilke
„I am sentimental,’ she said. ‘I could dissect a koala but not its baby. I like the words damozel, eglantine, elegant. I love when you kiss my elongated white hand.“
— Vladimir Nabokov
„Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.“
— Sylvia Plath
„Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?“
— Emily Brontë
„I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.“
— Margaret Atwood