'Oh my god, you stabbed her! You killed her! HELP! HE KILLED HER! HE STABBED HER WITH A KITCHEN KNIFE!' …I'm very sorry.

It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream.

How could I hurt her? She'd have to love me before I could do that.

A robber who steals a knife and cuts himself cannot cry out against the woman who kept it sharp.

Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.

We got into an argument over the color of love. I said it was pink, and he said it was red. So you see, I had no other choice but to stab him.

If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.

here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them — so deep was the pain in her heart.

I asked Savitri ... how she would have received her mother. Without batting an eyelid, she said: 'I would have shot her.'

death cannot harm me
more than you have harmed me,
my beloved life.

We love each other. We're siblings. She can basically do anything. Anything except for like, stabbing me.

…a cowardly and vicious attack on a defenceless woman who should have been able to look to you for protection. You have offered no explanation at all for attacking her, other than that your counsel says you were very drunk at the time. You have a lengthy criminal history, including a conviction for manslaughter in March 1993 for the unlawful killing of your brother and a conviction for unlawfully causing grievous harm in 2005, when you stabbed your then de facto wife. Both of these crimes were committed when you were intoxicated.

When someone stabs you it’s not your fault that you feel pain.