forsaken heaven
cursed god above
laid with the devil
bring you my love.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:P.J. HarveySource:To Bring You My Love
Link to full quote: Quote #1007 from To Bring You My Love by P.J. Harvey.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of lovingbut this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.Submitted on Friday, April 24, 2009 - 08:50 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Pablo NerudaSource:Sonnet XVII
Link to full quote: Quote #2237 from Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda.
And our scars remind us that the past is real.
Submitted on Sunday, September 6, 2009 - 23:28 — jennyjenWho Said It?:Papa RoachSource:Scars
Link to full quote: Quote #2348 from Scars by Papa Roach.
Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort
Suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding?
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation out of sight
And I'm contemplating suicide.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Papa RoachSource:Last Resort
Link to full quote: Quote #108 from Last Resort by Papa Roach.
Now something's wrong with me
I'm bleeding profusely
And this seems natural
To me I fuck up every day.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Papa RoachSource:Never Enough
Link to full quote: Quote #110 from Never Enough by Papa Roach.
'So the loss of memory applies to the later part of your service in France, but the early part - the first six months or so - is comparatively clear?'
'Ye-es.'
Rivers sat back in his chair. 'Would you like to tell me something about that early part?'
'No.'
'But do you remember it?'
'Doesn't mean I want to talk about it.' He looked round the room. 'I don't see why it has to be like this anyway.'
'Like what?'
'All the questions from you, all the answers from me. Why can't it be both ways?'
'Look, Mr Prior, if you went to the doctor with bronchitis and he spent half the consultation telling you about his lumbago, you would not be pleased. Would you?'
'No, but if I went to my doctor in despair it might help to know he at least understood the meaning of the word.'
'Are you in despair?'
Prior sighed, ostentatiously impatient.
'You know, I talk to a lot of people who are in despair or very close to it, and my experience is that they don't care what their doctor feels. That's the whole point about despair, isn't it? That you turn it on yourself.'
'Well, all I can say is I'd rather talk to a real person than a strip of empathic wallpaper.'
Rivers smiled. 'I like that.'
Prior glared at him.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Pat BarkerSource:Regeneration
Link to full quote: Quote #1771 from Regeneration by Pat Barker.
I clear a space to write, for you, to you, against you. You are the measure of my abilities. I reach for your exactitude, your ambition, your folly. You are the tide mark on the bridge, the level to reach. You are the face who always avoids my glance, the man who is just leaving the bar. I search for you through the spirals of all my sentences. I throw out whole pages of manuscript because I cannot find you in them. I search for you in small details, in the shapes of my verbs, the quality of my phrases. When I can write no more because I am too tired, my head aches, my left arm is cramped with tension, and I am left irresolute, I get up, go out, drink, cruise the streets. Sex is a brief gesture, I fling away my body with my money and my fear. It is a sharp sensation which fills the empty space before I can go in search of you again. I repent nothing but the frustration of being unable to reach you. You are the glove that I find on the floor, the daily challenge I take up. You are the reader for whom I write.
Submitted on Saturday, August 1, 2009 - 18:23 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Patricia DunckerSource:Hallucinating Foucault
Link to full quote: Quote #2295 from Hallucinating Foucault by Patricia Duncker.
I clear a space to write, for you, to you, against you. You are the measure of my abilities. I reach for your exactitude, your ambition, your folly. You are the tide mark on the bridge, the level to reach. You are the face who always avoids my glance, the man who is just leaving the bar. I search for you through the spirals of all my sentences. I throw out whole pages of manuscript because I cannot find you in them. I search for you in small details, in the shapes of my verbs, the quality of my phrases. When I can write no more because I am too tired, my head aches, my left arm is cramped with tension, and I am left irresolute, I get up, go out, drink, cruise the streets. Sex is a brief gesture, I fling away my body with my money and my fear. It is a sharp sensation which fills the empty space before I can go in search of you again. I repent nothing but the frustration of being unable to reach you. You are the glove that I find on the floor, the daily challenge I take up. You are the reader for whom I write.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Patricia DunckerSource:Hallucinating Foucault
Link to full quote: Quote #659 from Hallucinating Foucault by Patricia Duncker.
Who am I? Who are you? That is to say, 'Who are you really?' Do you know? Does anyone know? The restraints of this society make us put up so many walls of bullshit and facades to hide who we are that it is almost impossible to tell who anyone really is. We dig ourselves into a comfortable hole to hide away from the eyes of our peers, and it's in this hole that we bury ourselves. Dig yourselves out. Claw your way back into the light of day. Let your true self breathe, and in doing that, live.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Patrick GoinsSource:Half Life
Link to full quote: Quote #609 from Half Life by Patrick Goins.
Life, like some grand mosaic slowly loses hold over time, and the fragile strands that connect the many different parts unravels. The universe is a mirror, fragile and reflective, and we all stand in awe of our own human vanity. Fools see the universe as linear, absolute, all knowing. The wise see the universe as chaotic, unknown, fragile. Only on the verge of infinity can one see the fall apart universe. Sadness is knowing that we all stand upon a universe with a cracked glass bottom, and in an instant we may all sink into oblivion. Everything falls apart. Empires rise and crumble as tin soldiers hold plastic banners of righteous intent, all soaked with the blood of innocents. Hands raise and fall to the deafening sound of a million questions all unanswered. Love is just another unfelt emotion, talked about but never seen in full bloom. Love is only rumor and hearsay in the fall apart universe. Eventually we all must stand upon the jagged glass of the broken boundaries and broken promises. We must all suffer the soul bleeding that follows as the tattered splinters dig deep.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Patrick GoinsSource:The Fall Apart Universe
Link to full quote: Quote #443 from The Fall Apart Universe by Patrick Goins.
autumned nights
know
of the
torn wrist
b
l
e
e
d
ing
undercovers
the bloodshot eye
staring
at the orangelit glow of
3am.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:29 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Patrick JonesSource:the unsaid
Link to full quote: Quote #1136 from the unsaid by Patrick Jones.
these are the screams within
these these are the life streams bleeding from skin.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:28 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Patrick JonesSource:The Eloquence in the Screaming
Link to full quote: Quote #191 from The Eloquence in the Screaming by Patrick Jones.
He decided in favor of life out of sheer spite and sheer malice.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Patrick SüskindSource:Perfume
Link to full quote: Quote #1826 from Perfume by Patrick Süskind.
I spit, I spit in the eye, I tear, I tear out my heart, and I scatter the bits.
I stay unseen by the light, I stay untold by the truth
I'm sold by a lie
By this I am able in all of my travels to make these memories quit
But tonight I clearly recall every little bit.Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:30 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Patty GriffinSource:Every Little Bit
Link to full quote: Quote #1925 from Every Little Bit by Patty Griffin.
He awoke, opened his eyes. The room meant very little to him; he was deeply immersed in the non-being from which he had just come... there was the certitude of an infinite sadness at the core of his consciousness, but the sadness was reassuring, because alone it was familiar.
Submitted on Thursday, March 19, 2009 - 14:31 — GabrielleWho Said It?:Paul BowlesSource:The Sheltering Sky
Link to full quote: Quote #2159 from The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles.