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“The bigger the family, the bigger the number of corpses it owes life.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“There is a correlation between how many years we will live and how many loved ones we will bury.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Unlike most other language — which is stored in cerebral cortex, the brain’s center for higher learning — curse words are stored in the limbic system, our most basic, lizard brain level.”
― Chelsea G. Summers

“The remarkable thing now was emerging from the vortex, a thing for which no one had words and Nate was only able to punctuate with “Holy Satan’s crotch.”
― Edgar Cantero, Meddling Kids

“You cannot be blessed with the ability to be happy without being cursed with the ability to be unhappy.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“One does not have to hit you to abuse you. They can degrade, humiliate, blame, curse, manipulate and try to control you. It still is violence.”
― Nitya Prakash

“I curse you, Haukâ€� may you live to raise a beautiful daughter. And I hope you have more than one, you son of a bitch.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Fury

“The best saints swear fluently.”
― Barbara Cleverly, The Tomb of Zeus

“But you need to keep this for me. I don’t need any more attention. One is enough since you have figured it out that I’m a creature living inside a human’s skin.”
― Simi Sunny, The Serpent Girl

“A lie is the worst blot on all your good deeds, as God's curse upon the liars, how many people are alive bearing the burden and gather the curse.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“An untrained mind is way less inclined to count your blessings than it is inclined to count your curses.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“But the very action of naming something that subsequently happens—of wishing specific evil, and that evil coming to pass—this still has a shiver of the otherworldly about it.”
― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

“I took care of that evil man. I sewed a curse into his pocket. Sewed it tight. First five stitches take away his health, happiness, love, money an family. Six be the number of Evil. Sixth black stitch make it final. Satan his self gonna steal his breath and escort him to hell.”
― T.K. Lukas, Orphan Moon

“As I walk through this valley of shadows and death I curse not the wicked, I praise not the blessed.”
― Chris Motionless

“—I don't believe in that shit, Oscar. That's our parents' shit.
—It's ours too, he said.”
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“I swivel my back to her, my eyes gluttonous and eager to get their fill of this intimate piece of what has come to be her puzzle.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Her blood. Gushing out, it darkens her lovely hair until each strand is as heavy as the shadows of my mind.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“My mind is blank. Yet, one word rides the Ferris wheel of my psyche, whirling around and leaving me dizzy - monster. It is unavoidable. I am a monster.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“For anyone, man or woman to desire me, it is absurd! I am nothing but a gargoyle filled with the blood of others.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“Like a kelpie the sunlight feigns innocence until it meets my skin, transforming into a sharp-toothed monster that tears away at my cold dead flesh.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Blood Sipper

“I want my curse to be lifted so that I can live a normal life, again. But at the same time, I can’tâ€� not with my enemies still aroundâ€�”
― Simi Sunny, The Serpent Girl

“Artists contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. We have a natural inclination to love and dream over the edge. This is our blessing. This is our curse. Our heaven, our hell.”
― Melody Lee, Vine: Book of Poetry

“She’s still under a curse. And this one you cannot save her from, because she put her own self under it.”
― Sarah E. Morin, Waking Beauty

“Some people see their blessings as curses. Some see their curses as blessings.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“It was ironic really that she was willingly, like a lamb to slaughter, going to her Commencement, readily taking the Crown that would prove to be her curse.”
― Hanleigh Bradley, Cursed By The Crown

“One of the women leaped up from her chair. She seemed to grow taller as she stood. Her long diamond earrings not only caught the sun and blinded you, but jangled and knocked against her cheekbones with a sharp tapping sound. ‘Curse those who cursed it!â€� she cried, flinging her arms wildly about her, in a way that didn’t at all suit her formal attire.”
― Mike Crowl, The Mumbersons and The Blood Secret

“Ukila kiapo cha uaminifu, kwa mfano, kwa jina la Mwenyezi Mungu, kisha uaminifu huo ukakushinda, nini kitatokea? Laana! Yaani, badala ya kubarikiwa, utalaaniwa na Mungu.”
― Enock Maregesi

“Communication is humanity’s greatest blessing, although efforts to establish it can feel like humanity’s greatest curse.”
― Cole Todd, Burn Out of a Fairy Godmother

“Once a monk had given himself to his new monastic master he had to obey him â€� or face the consequences. Numerous rules begin with the formulation ‘Cursed be . . .â€�. Cursed were those who didn’t give all their wealth to the monastery; cursed were those who shaved without having been ordered to; cursed were those who looked at another monk with desire. If a monk ate, say, the forbidden fruit of cucumber at the wrong time then, the law informed him, ‘he sinsâ€�. At least sixty of the rules were devoted to sexual transgressions. Looking desirously at the nakedness of your neighbour while he washed was wrong; as was staring ‘with desirous feelingâ€� at your own nakedness; those who sat ‘close to one’s neighbour with a filthy desire in their heartâ€� were also ‘cursedâ€�.
Note that last one: ‘with a filthy desire in their heartâ€�. No sin had been committed. The mere intention of sin was now a sin in itself. In Shenoute’s monastery even thoughts were policed. ‘Can any hide himself in secret places that I shall not see him?â€� the Lord had asked. The answer from the White Monastery at least was a resounding no. As this new generation of hard-line Christian preachers constantly reminded their congregations in fierce, hectoring speeches, there was nowhere to hide from the all-seeing eyes of the Lord.”
― Catherine Nixey, The Darkening Age: The Christian Destruction of the Classical World

“Gopal here tells me of your plans to go abroad. This wanderlust in the bright young men of our land is a curse for the rest of us.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, Game of Big Numbers