60 Quotes About Fever

Perhaps [he had] persevered for too long, in the face of too many obstacles, his hair proof of his tenacity - the stark black streaked with white or, in certain light, stark white shot through with black, each strand of white attributable to the jungle fever (so cold it burned, his skin glacial), each strand of black a testament to being alive afterwards.

My blood is the color and consistency of champagne. I have been running a fever for the past seventeen hundred years.

Jazz!A manifesto of survivors!Insanity is shattered to pieces!future of colours! red lemons! blue blood vesicle of black oranges!The only ailment is the fever!Revolution!Amok run of the trumpets!Overflow!Plate streamed with blood!A bitten heart!Lung rupture!Jazz! JazzImmortality of the nerves!"Snippet from the poem "JAZZ"by Klaus Kinski - Fever- Diary Of A Leper: Poems

You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?

He kissed back, all the pages spread out around us like riddles waiting to be solved. Let them wait. Let my genes unravel, my hinges come loose. If my fate rests in the hands of a madman, let death come and bring its worse. I'll take the ruined craters of laboratories, the dead trees, this city with ashes in the oxygen, if it means freedom. I'd sooner die here than live a hundred years with wires in my veins.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats in a pulse. But I will be first to leave it. That's what I've been promised. When we were children, did he dare to imagine an empty space beside him where I then stood giggling, blowing soap bubbles through my fingers? When I die, will he be sorry that he loved me? Sorry that we were twins? Maybe he already is.

You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happeningat the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

Anyone who’s anyone in Dostoevsky’s novels sooner or later develops brain fever.