Mehrasa

“Your eyes begin in my eyes which no longer see you. Begin in my voice which no longer speaks to you. Die out in my hands which no longer touch you. Your eyes are inscribed in my flesh. No one can bear to see me now. Sinister tattoo. I do the rain, I do the sun. For want of your eyes in my eyes.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

“A man had to have something, he reasoned, to lose his mind in, at least once a day.”
― Tom Clancy, The Hunt for Red October

“Masochism is the art of turning punishments into rewards.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“If he wanted to drink himself to death it was nobody’s affair but his own; his life was his life to throw away, if that’s what he wanted; but—was that what he wanted? If so, why did he suffer remorse? Obviously there was the will in him to destroy himself; part of him was bent on self-destruction—he’d be the last to deny it. But obviously, too, part was not; part held back and expressed its disapproval in remorse and shame.”
― Charles Jackson, The Lost Weekend