Quotes About Bluebeard

He was seemingly born not only with a gift for language, but with a particularly nasty clock which makes him go crazy every three years or so.

She heeded Bluebeard's warning, thought Pandora was a fool. There are some memories better abandoned. Common wisdom demanded examination of the past, probing of childhood pain and trauma. Then—acceptance, release, and ultimately forgiveness.

Blood was flowing – in Bluebeard's house, in the abattoirs, in the circuses where God had set his seal to whiten the windows. Blood and Milk flowed together.

Like ´Bluebeard´, the fairy tale of ´Snow White´does not record a single, appalling crime, but testifies to a structural and endemic conflict in society that was political and social as well as personal, producing many, many instances of similar violence.

The Bluebeard's terrible parting gift had been to make desire rhyme with death and fear.

Bone of my bone. Flesh of my flesh. To remember you it's my own body I touch. Thus she was, here and here. The physical memory blunders through the doors the mind has tried to seal. A skeleton key to Bluebeard's chamber. The bloody key that unlocks pain. Wisdom says forget, the body howls.