„Even if you kill her, she'll still be alive-here." He tapped his chest. "In me. I keep her here. She's part of me. So until you kill me, you can't really kill her. And you can't win. It's that simple.“
Fonte: Night World, No. 2
„It's not really over. There's a little part of my brain that is:
'Russell, where are the opiates?'
- 'I'm afraid we can't have any more opiates..'
- 'You nearly killed me, didn't you?“
— Russell Brand British comedian, actor, and author 1975
Shame [Live DVD] (2006)
„Anybody white could take your whole self for anything that came to mind. Not just work, kill, or maim you, but dirty you. Dirty you so bad you couldn't like yourself anymore. And though she and others lived through and got over it, she could never let it happen to her own. The best things she was, was her children. Whites might dirty her all right, but not her best thing, her beautiful, magical best thing — the part of her that was clean.“
— Toni Morrison, livro Beloved
Fonte: Beloved (1987), Ch. 26
„Our bodies aren't strangers,' he said, his voice ragged. 'Our spirits aren't strangers'. He held her face in his hands. 'Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I'll destroy that part of me.'
And she wept to hear his words.“
— Melina Marchetta Australian teen writer 1965
Fonte: Quintana of Charyn
„She's so many women,
He can't find the one who was his friend.
So he's hanging on to half her heart.
He can't have the restless part,
So he tells her to hasten down the wind.“
— Warren Zevon American singer-songwriter 1947 - 2003
"Hasten Down the Wind"
„It's like in the Bible. You can't always get what you want, but if you really need something, you usually find it."
"What part of the Bible is that from?" Ig asked her. "The Gospel of Keith Richards?“
— Joe Hill Swedish-American labor activist, songwriter, and member of the Industrial Workers of the World 1879 - 1915
„You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.“
— Bob Marley Jamaican singer, songwriter, musician 1945 - 1981
Variante: You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect — you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break — her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.
— Immortal Technique American rapper and activist 1978
Albums, The 3rd World (2008)
„The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.“
— Arundhati Roy, livro The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Fonte: The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
„Clinton is in trouble and she (Joycelyn Elders) opens her mouth about masturbation. Can't she control herself? She was in the wrong job. In some ways she's like me — she says what she thinks. But then you shouldn't be part of politics. I would like Joycelyn Elders to be in a position to speak her mind and not worry about political consequences. You cannot have a nondiplomatic figure in a political appointment.“
— Camille Paglia American writer 1947
On Joycelyn Elders and Clinton's firing of her
Playboy interview (May 1995)
„I tried to be
what you wanted me to be
But you didn't want a girl you wanted
I can't be part of this machine
I got too much heart to keep it in
I can't be part of your machine
I promise this is not the end“
— Ysabella Brave American singer 1979
"Machine (new original song by Ysabella Brave" (3 November 2007) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc5qbh23MNY
„For the record,
"You'll Always Be a Part Of Me" no matter what you do,
For the record,
can't nobody say I didn't give "My All" to you,
For the record,
I told you "Underneath The Stars" that you "Belong" to me,
For the record,
It's obvious that we just "Can't Let Go" of us "Honey."“
— Mariah Carey American singer-songwriter 1970
"For The Record", "E=MC²", 2008
„I was and still am her great admirer and fan. She signified to me the epitome of Indian grace and culture. She possessed in her the mischievous streak of that precocious village belle and the spirited movement of a Shiv Tandav. She looked vulnerable and lost, searching for protection in one moment, yet knowledged and mature in another. You felt like protecting and guarding her from all the evil of the world and to gently wipe away any frayed eyebrows that may have accumulated on her face. Her performances were pure and clean, without effort and deliberate design. They were just a part of her - simple and soft.“
— Waheeda Rehman Indian actress 1938
‘Devoted’ Amitabh fetched Waheeda’s chappals
„Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel.
This is how you lose her.“
— Junot Díaz, livro This Is How You Lose Her
Fonte: This Is How You Lose Her
„The rejection didn't faze him. "Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.“
— Jessica Bird, livro Lover Eternal
Variante: Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.
Fonte: Lover Eternal
„I wandered the earth a mercenary, daring the gods to kill me but surviving because part of me was already dead.“
— Barry Eisler, livro A Clean Kill in Tokyo
Fonte: A Clean Kill in Tokyo
„A compassion swirled form nowhere in the high I was lost in. She needed me. She needed me to accept her for what she was. And when I realized that I had it within myself to give her at least this small part of me, the last of my fear melted away.“
— Kim Harrison Pseudonym 1966
„And you can't part a boy from his father,
You can't part a boy from his dad,
You can't part a Scotchman from money
No matter how many he's had.
You can't part the skin of a sausage
Or a dad from his fond son and heir,
And you can't part the hair on a bald-headed man
For there'll be no parting there.“
— Billy Bennett British comedian 1887 - 1942
"Daddy", line 33
„He who is himself crossed in love is able from time to time to master his passion, for he is not the creature but the creator of his own misery; and if a lover is unable to control his passion, he at least knows that he is himself to blame for his sufferings. But he who is loved without reciprocating that love is lost beyond redemption, for it is not in his power to set a limit to that other's passion, to keep it within bounds, and the strongest will is reduced to impotence in the face of another's desire. Perhaps only a man can realize to the full the tragedy of such an undesired relationships; for him alone the necessity to resist t is at once martyrdom and guilt. For when a woman resists an unwelcome passion, she is obeying to the full the law of her sex; the initial gesture of refusal is, so to speak, a primordial instinct in every female, and even if she rejects the most ardent passion she cannot be called inhuman. But how disastrous it is when fate upsets the balance, when a woman so far overcomes her natural modesty as to disclose her passion to a man, when, without the certainty of its being reciprocated, she offers her love, and he, the wooed, remains cold and on the defensive! An insoluble tangle this, always; for not to return a woman's love is to shatter her pride, to violate her modesty. The man who rejects a woman's advances is bound to wound her in her noblest feelings. In vain, then, all the tenderness with which he extricates himself, useless all his polite, evasive phrases, insulting all his offers of mere friendship, once she has revealed her weakness! His resistance inevitably becomes cruelty, and in rejecting a woman's love he takes a load of guild upon his conscience, guiltless though he may be. Abominable fetters that can never be cast off! Only a moment ago you felt free, you belonged to yourself and were in debt to no one, and now suddenly you find yourself pursued, hemmed in, prey and object of the unwelcome desires of another. Shaken to the depths of your soul, you know that day and night someone is waiting for you, thinking of you, longing and sighing for you - a woman, a stranger. She wants, she demands, she desires you with every fibre of her being, with her body, with her blood. She wants your hands, your hair, your lips, your manhood, your night and your day, your emotions, your senses, and all your thought and dreams. She wants to share everything with you, to take everything from you, and to draw it in with her breath. Henceforth, day and night, whether you are awake or asleep, there is somewhere in the world a being who is feverish and wakeful and who waits for you, and you are the centre of her waking and her dreaming. It is in vain that you try not to think of her, of her who thinks always of you, in vain that you seek to escape, for you no longer dwell in yourself, but in her. Of a sudden a stranger bears your image within her as though she were a moving mirror - no, not a mirror, for that merely drinks in your image when you offer yourself willingly to it, whereas she, the woman, this stranger who loves you, she has absorbed you into her very blood. She carries you always within her, carries you about with her, no mater whither you may flee. Always you are imprisoned, held prisoner, somewhere else, in some other person, no longer yourself, no longer free and lighthearted and guiltless, but always hunted, always under an obligation, always conscious of this "thinking-of-you" as if it were a steady devouring flame. Full of hate, full of fear, you have to endure this yearning on the part of another, who suffers on your account; and I now know that it is the most senseless, the most inescapable, affliction that can befall a man to be loved against his will - torment of torments, and a burden of guilt where there is no guilt.“
— Stefan Zweig, livro Beware of Pity
Beware of Pity (1939)