Mie Hansson Quotes & Sayings

Beneath her thinnest skin and light, a fuse leads way to dynamite. — Mie Hansson

All mothers breed dead children. — Mie Hansson

I shall have my lasso, I shall lead the course;
I recognize it's time to mount a different horse. — Mie Hansson

All mothers breed dead children.
They shall, perhaps, live later.
When no longer dead, they are born
Not - by coincidence, by choice. — Mie Hansson

Lonely you linger in a league above poetry. — Mie Hansson

I have not encouraged talk about man's holy privacy, although I do respect and defend man's right to have it. — Mie Hansson

I wore you on me at all times
Like I now carry my pen.
Unlike your own opinion my
Belongings must have a function.
You bled through the ink of my lines and
To be my subject nursed your thirst.

Was it my fault, or your own, that you forgot
- I do not deal in tender verse. — Mie Hansson

Some find freedom in comfort
others find comfort in freedom — Mie Hansson

Had I only known my letters
Would be of such importance
I'd empty myself on paper
Every single morning'

And it was for such reason,
as she read his little stanza,
that she decided to stamp
one
final
letter:

'Every single morning
I'd empty myself on paper
You were my greater importance
That's why I wrote you letters. — Mie Hansson

Do not judge a woman on her knees: you never know how tall she is when she stands. — Mie Hansson

I ain't scared to lend a hand
I ain't scared to clench it either — Mie Hansson

In the dark, thoughts become louder. — Mie Hansson

Women in love are pathetic
and I cannot be bothered, for now,
I am back to metaphysics
and my armpits gather hair. — Mie Hansson

The match I struck shall not run dead
You're my first inhale, my last cigarette. — Mie Hansson

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst
the ashes embers of fire remain — Mie Hansson

Everything is possible in America, except the production of intelligence. — Mie Hansson

What differentiated us was our perception of our mutual reality, which made no difference. — Mie Hansson

Now, as we close one chapter, the pen is gradually inking up, preparing itself to write the next. — Mie Hansson

No man has the courage to approach her or initiate questions she herself rise, for all men fear a fascist and she can very well be a fascist's wife. — Mie Hansson