Ellian > Ellian's Quotes

“I, for my part, am always glad that I have read the Bible more carefully than many people do nowadays, just because it gives me some peace of mind to know that there used to be such lofty ideals.”
― Vincent van Gogh, Delphi Complete Works of Vincent van Gogh (Illustrated)

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
― Narcotics Anonymous

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― Andre Gide, Autumn Leaves

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
― Robert Frost

“He isn't my father. He's your husband. I have no relations to him other than the fact he's married to you, and once he divorces you as everyone else did, he'll be another irrelevant figure in my life who tried to be more.”
― Beariem

“My father is more likely to throw me in the ocean than throw me a ball.”
― Hannah F. Whitten, For the Throne

“Her father. The man who is supposed to be her North Star.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“For me you took on the enigmatic quality that all tyrants have whose rights are based on their person and not on reason. At least so it seemed to me.”
― Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

“Neglect and a man’s empowering presence were muddy waters for her.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“I wanted to eat her pain, take it into me and make it my own.”
― Ann Patchett, The Patron Saint of Liars

“I left you there because I have never loved anything in my life like I love you. Not Isolde. Not the trade. Nothing.”
― Adrienne Young, Namesake

“When I went to first grade and the other children said that their fathers were farmers, I simply didn't believe them. I agreed in order to be polite, but in my heart I knew that those men were impostors, as farmers and as fathers, too. In my youthful estimation, Laurence Cook defined both categories. To really believe that others even existed in either category was to break the First Commandment.”
― Jane Smiley, A Thousand Acres

“It paid barely a living wage, but he stayed with it—gradually and in the end gratefully arriving at the point in life when you understand there are no great changes ahead.”
― Ann Packer

“The concrete can’t stop the separation of rotor from plane, the separation of father from daughter. There are crashes and then the walking away, the bleeding, and the shaky ride back.”
― Tania Runyan, Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl

“She wants to flow out, and here her love lies coiled inside and choking her, because her father is her double, her shadow, and she does not know which one is real. One of them must die so that the other may find the boundaries of himself.”
― Anaïs Nin, Winter of Artifice

“The face of God that I internalized was of an angry and disappointed father whom I could never cheer up or please.”
― Patricia Lynn Reilly, A God Who Looks Like Me

“God is a man like my father. He is distant. He is God the father. He is strict. He does not laugh. He has no meaning in my life. He is somewhere else.”
― Patricia Lynn Reilly, A God Who Looks Like Me

“I stood at the window, where I once stood with my father looking out through binoculars, and even now small winged creatures occasionally flitted by, but they were no more than reminders that birds mean nothing at all to me anymore.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

“After all, the Hangman loved his daughter.”
― Rebecca Crunden, A Dance of Lies

“My father is taking me to my first baseball game. The Philadelphia Athletics are playing. I feel I've been sitting on my strange hard seat for a long time. I stand up. It is the National Anthem.
"I want to go home now," I tell my father.
He is looking down at the big green field. "But the game hasn't started yet," he says.
Then he shrugs. He laughs and his laughter is big like the wind. "O.K., kid. O.K."
And he takes my by the hand and leads me out of the stadium.”
― Kate Braverman, Lithium for Medea

“Do you miss him?'
I take a moment to consider the question, my fingers fiddling with the white pegs in the little tray on my lap. 'I think I miss the idea of him. I don't miss his rules or the yelling or the way he'd belittle us. I don't miss his drinking or the rages, but I miss having a dad, you know?'
'What about your mum?'
I smile sadly. 'We talk, but only occasionally. She left Dad when I was little, which I totally get. He isn't the easiest person to live with...”
― Jennifer Joyce, The Accidental Life Swap

“Why did I allow the abuse to continue? Even as a teenager?
I didn’t.
Something that had been plaguing me for years now made sense. It was like the answer to a terrible secret. The thing is, it wasn’t me in my bed, it was Shirley who lay the wondering if that man was going to come to her room, pull back the cover and push his penis into her waiting mouth it was Shirley. I remembered watching her, a skinny little thing with no breasts and a dark resentful expression. She was angry. She didn’t want this man in her room doing the things he did, but she didn’t know how to stop it. He didn’t beat her, he didn’t threaten her. He just looked at her with black hypnotic eyes and she lay back with her legs apart thinking about nothing at all.
And where was I? I stood to one side, or hovered overhead just below the ceiling, or rode on a magic carpet. I held my breath and watched my father pushing up and down inside Shirley’s skinny body.”
― Alice Jamieson, Today I'm Alice: Nine Personalities, One Tortured Mind

“Shame plays a huge part in why you hate who you are. For me, a girl surrounded by sexual abuse, and being a girl filled with shame, was no fun. It looked like a boy had things much better, and better is what I wanted. I went to sleep dreaming and wishing when I woke up I would be a boy.”
― Angel Ploetner, Who Am I? Dissociative Identity Disorder Survivor

“When you are a child and the personalities are being formed, you don't realize it. You only understand survival. Yes, you are missing parts of events that you don't remember, but good you don't want to remember them anyway.”
― Angel Ploetner, Who Am I? Dissociative Identity Disorder Survivor

“Everyone seemed to be getting healthier, happier, and more productive... I now felt that I was sharing this body, this physical space, with a whole group of very interesting and worthwhile people.”
― Joan Frances Casey, The Flock: The Autobiography of a Multiple Personality

“Who am I? At this point, I have no clue.”
― Angel Ploetner, Who Am I? Dissociative Identity Disorder Survivor

“How was it that we were all so blind?”
― Joan Coleman, Attachment, Trauma and Multiplicity: Working with Dissociative Identity Disorder

“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”
― Margaret Atwood