Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.

Virginia Petrucci
About This Quote

“Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken strays, a woman’s curving taste, a paper police state” is a piece of graffiti written on a wall in Berlin. This graffiti is significant because it represents the strength and beauty of women and their ability to take control of their lives.

Some Similar Quotes
  1. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you,... - Pablo Neruda

  2. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. - Pablo Neruda

  3. We love the things we love for what they are. - Robert Frost

  4. I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhereI go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my... - E.e. Cummings

  5. Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. - Plato

More Quotes By Virginia Petrucci
  1. It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.

  2. What bothers me most about my teeth is that they don’t travel loin south, don’t sprout from the Mother Mouth. Vagina dentata, come closah, say high.

  3. Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.

  4. You look within and upon and around me, savoring every inch. You pull my ear for no reason, and I can tell you really don’t want to cry. As a tear falls between by breasts, I look away and pretend the grass is a jungle,...

  5. Here's to adrenaline. Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol. Here's to treasured pain and purple rain. Here's to chasing our souls, burning across to sky. Here's to drinking the ash as it falls, and not asking why.

Related Topics