Best 6 quotes of Elizaveta Mikhailichenko on MyQuotes

I don’t even like cemeteries. Morgues, either, nor anatomy museums, undertakers’ parlors, funeral chapels, or any of those places where the world of the living sparks against the world of the dead, and a spot of burned out time fades, diffuse in an ocean of timelessness.

I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health. I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope. I cannot say for sure that this country is cursed, Honey flows with the milk, and the milk might curdle. Eli7

I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked ends of its tail bedecked with the sparkle of drying tears. Their sweat would mingle again at night; the sweat from their bellies would run down into their loins, fill their belly buttons, and glimmer in the moonlight like the tears drying on the scolopendra's tail.

The earth rests on three whales: On the deeds of heroes. On the prayers of believers. On the toasts of drunkards.

Though a modern woman’s computer is more intimate than her bed...

With those that you love, it’s more or less understood—there’s often a love-hate duality with no in-between. It’s more complicated with those you are simply ready to love.