“Had I known but yesterday what I know today, I’d have taken out your two grey eyes and put in eyes of clay. And had I known but yesterday you’d be no more my own, I’d have taken out your heart of flesh and put in one of stone.” KnowsHeartTwoEyeTodayMy OwnKnownTakenStonesFleshYesterdayGreyClayGrey Eyes Book:The Dogs of Babel: A Novel Source: The Dogs of Babel: A Novel
“How can it be, I wondered, that we can be lying in bed next to a person we love wholly and helplessly, a person we love more than our own breath, and still ache to think of the one who caused us pain all those years ago? It's the betrayal of this second heart of ours, its flesh tied off like a fingertip twined tightly round with a single hair, blue-tinged from lack of blood. The shameful squeeze of it.” ThinkingYearsHeartPersonsStillsPainLyingNextBloodHairBedYears AgoBreathsBlueRoundsBetrayalFleshTiedAcheShamefulFingertips Author:Carolyn Parkhurst
“You wake up and you feel - what? Heaviness, an ache inside, a weight, yes. A soft crumpling of the flesh. A feeling like all the surfaces inside you have been rubbed raw. A voice in your head - no, not voices, not like hearing voices, nothing that crazy, just your own inner voice, the one that says 'Turn left at the corner' or 'Don't forget to stop at the post office,' only now it's saying, 'I hate myself.' It's saying, 'I want to die.'” WantFeelsHas BeensFeelingsHateDiesTurnsLeftVoiceForgetCrazyOfficeWeightI HateWake UpSuicideCornersHearingSurfaceFleshPostsAcheInner VoiceWanting To DieSelf HarmPost OfficeHeavinessI Want To DieHate MyselfI Hate MyselfHearing Voices Author:Carolyn Parkhurst
