Behind the Hands That Kill Quotes

“jealousy and envy are cheap suits made of flashy colors,” I said. “No one wears them well, and everyone sees you when you are coming.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind The Hands That Kill

“The stars will die before we do, Izabel…the stars will die before my love for you does.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind the Hands That Kill

“I look at those hands. I look at them, long and hard and symbolically, because in my heart I know they're the hands that will end my life before this night is over.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind the Hands That Kill

“the key to surviving change: embracing it, however cumbersomely, or gracefully, one can.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind The Hands That Kill

“I go to the window of my top floor hotel room and gaze out, not at the glittering city, but at the stars fully awake in the early morning sky. And I see her, Izabel, Sarai, in every single one of them. And this is how I know, that because of her, because I see her in everything, I am not only a monster, but a man.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind the Hands That Kill

“Forgive me,” I whisper to Izabel, ignoring it all, as if I were in the eye of that storm where everything is calm, rocking her limp body in my arms. “Forgive me…”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind the Hands That Kill

“I was wrong about you, Izabel,” I whisper near her ear; the pain engulfing my insides. “I am the ticking time bomb. I am more unstable than I ever could have imagined. You are discipline, and I am rage. And the only way I know to control the chaos inside, is to eradicate the things that control me.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind the Hands That Kill

“Maybe that is the key to surviving change: embracing it, however cumbersomely, or gracefully, one can.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind The Hands That Kill

“No one is immune to change, especially those who fear it. It comes for us first, and it destroys us swiftly because we fight it the hardest.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind The Hands That Kill

“With two of my fingers, I pulled her head closer, and I dipped mine, pressing my lips to the spot between her eyes. And I held them there for the longest time; my eyes, closed tightly, began to sting and water; that strange lump had formed in my throat again, but this time I could not swallow it down and it was choking me.
And as I slid the blade across Artemis’s throat, I whispered against her ear with tears in my voice, “I am unable to have children, Artemis Stone.”
― J.A. Redmerski, Behind the Hands That Kill