Quote by Octave Mirbeau Download Open image ““Yes, there are some backs on the street which cry for the knife.”” — Octave Mirbeau ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I felt the glare on my back, knowing that if it were a knife, I'd be incapacitated instantly.” — Rebecca Donovan Copy Share Image
“Where d'you get the knife?" He wished he had one. "He gave it to me." There was a crumpled shape in the shadows by… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“The thought makes me reach back for my knife, my sharp, throat-cutting security blanket, as I look around.” — Kendare Blake Copy Share Image
“She looked at the knife, her throat tight with emotion. No roses or rings with him, but a knife with feathers carved into the… — Veronica Rossi Copy Share Image
“Calm down. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't need this knife to do it.” — Melissa Cutler Copy Share Image
“People are always turning silence into a knife to stab themselves with.” — Laura Tims Copy Share Image
“The knife will only hurt for a moment. Then your choice will be made, and it will all be over.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“You can never have too many knives, his father had told him. Unless they're pointed at you, and by people who don't like you… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I both made the knife-fighting team, and I got cut. If only love were so easy to understand.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“After two years' absence she finally returned to chilly Europe, a trifle weary, a trifle sad, disgusted by our banal entertainments, our shrunken landscapes, our impoverished lovemaking. Her soul had remained over there, among the gigantic, poisonous flowers. She missed the mystery of old temples and the ardor of a sky blazing with fever, sensuality and death. The better to… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share
The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
As soon as I find myself in the presence of a rich man, I cannot help looking upon him as an exceptional and beautiful being, as a sort of marvellous divinity, and, in spite of myself, surmounting my will and my reason, I feel rising, from the depths of my being, toward this rich man, who is very often an… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share
Wherever he goes, whatever he does, he will always see that word: murder—immortally inscribed upon the pediment of that vast slaughterhouse—humanity. — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love! — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
Sheep run to the slaughterhouse, silent and hopeless, but at least sheep never vote for the butcher who kills them or the people who… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
Solitude does not consist in living alone; it consists in living with others, with people who take no interest in you. — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
“You know how much Annie loved pearls. She owned some incomparable specimens…the most marvelous, I believe, that ever existed. You also remember the almost physical joy, the carnal ecstasy, with which she adorned herself with them. Well, when she was sick that passion became a mania with her…a fury, like love! All day long she loved to touch them, caress… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share
“Alas, the gates of life never swing open except upon death, never open except upon the palaces and gardens of death. And the universe… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
“I desire her and I hate her. I would like to take her in my arms and embrace her till she smothered, till she… — Octave Mirbeau Copy Share Image
