“My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.” WayHandsPainHurtAliveSkinsFleshBurningKneesCoveredIt Hurts Author:Herta Muller
“I'm always telling myself I don't have many feelings. Even when something does affect me I'm only moderately moved. I almost never cry. It's not that I'm stronger than the ones with teary eyes, I'm weaker. They have courage. When all you are is skin and bones, feelings are a brave thing. I'm more of a coward. The difference is minimal though, I just use my strength not to cry. When I do allow myself a feeling, I take the part that hurts and bandage it up with a story that doesn't cry, that doesn't dwell on homesickness.” DoeStoriesUseFeelingsEyeDifferencesHurtCrySkinsStrongerMovedBraveBonesCowardHave CourageHomesicknessBandagesSkin And Bones Author:Herta Muller
