“In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.”

Today is today, and yesterday is gone. There is no doubt.

But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.

I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Love has to be flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.

In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

Love is a clash of lightnings

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most.

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

I need the sea because it teaches me.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.

I don’t mind if my life goes in the service of the nation. If I die, every drop of my blood will invigorate the nation.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.

Human beings are made up of flesh and blood, and a miracle fiber called courage.

A pint of sweat will save a gallon of blood.

Nothing on this earth is worth buying at the price of human blood.

I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.

I need a wolf, a beast with a ravenous appetite. Devour me like desperate goods. Ravage me my warrior lover, mark your territory. I’m not a typical lover, I’m a woman with a taste for blood.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.