" You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love. "
by Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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" Whoever loves, come near. I want to break Venus’s ribs and cripple the goddess’s hips with clubs. If she can break my heart so tender, why can’t I break her head and end her? "
by Actual graffiti left by a Roman citizen in Pompeii