#violence

Everything stayed hidden […] it was all secret – known by anyone who cared to know, but unacknowledged, like a priest’s feverish brightness around adolescent boys, or the beatings Mrs Wilson endured on those Saturdays when Dumfermline lost at home(p. 83-84) ↗

— John Burnside

#home

When my trust was suspended from the fragile thread of justice and in the whole city they were chopping up my heart's lanterns when they would blindfold me with the dark handkerchief of Law and from my anxious temples of desire fountains of blood would squirt out when my life had become nothing nothing but the tic-tac of a clock, I discovered I must must must love, insanely. ↗

— Forough Farrokhzad

#humanity #love #violence #death

—plus c'est la même chose, plus ça change. Nothing endures, not a tree, not love, not even a death by violence. ↗

— John Knowles

#endure #love #violence #change

Love is a violent recreational sport. Proceed at your own risk. Helmets, armor, and steel-toe boots are required by law. ↗

— H.C. Paye

#broken-heart #helmets #law #love #risk

Male dominance in society always means that out of public sight, in the private, ahistorical world of men with women, men are sexually dominating women. ↗

— Andrea Dworkin

#sexism #violence-against-women #men

The germ of creation lies in violence. ↗

— Rudolfo Anaya

#inspirational #violence #inspirational

I might be ready to embrace a snake, but, if one comes to bite you, I should kill it and protect you. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#nonviolence #protection #love

I was trying to foment a little dissension.' He paused. 'No, that's too flippant. How about trying to make the system less warlike—injecting a little love?' He snorted. 'Through violence, of course, like all religious reformers. ↗

— L.E. Modesitt Jr.

#trystin-desoll #violence #love

He'd shot and beaten people because he couldn't talk to them.Violence was the only language nobody could understand. There were no translators. ↗

— James Meek

#love

We bumped into other silent lines of kids going in the same direction. We looked like we were much younger and our lines were headed to the cafeteria or recess or the carpool line. Or it could’ve been a fire drill. Except for the stone-faced police officers weaving between us with rifles. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#grief #gun-violence #laura-anderson-kurk #love #school-shooting