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“When you’re accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression.”
― Franklin Leonard

“Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III

“She fell in love with an extinct volcano.”
― Anaïs Nin, Ladders to Fire

“How many loves do you get in a lifetime?

How many people do you get to call yours? There are all sorts of loves in this world, not all of them, but most of them are beautiful. Some are old, some noble, some brave. Others are dishonourable and weak and make you so by association. Some are a low whisper on a sombre night, some are maddening. Some you can’t ignore—they slow-burn inside of you, never quite going out completely but you’re too scared to dare try to fan that flame. Some loves you pretend you don’t feel, even when you can, even when you know you do, even if he’s the first thing you think of in the morning, even if he’s like a match in the darkened room of your heart—because loving something how you love him is a painful love that puts rocks in your pockets and melancholy in your eyeballs and if time has taught you anything it’s that it doesn’t matter. You’ll love him forever anyway.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“I urge you: Come be angry at a nearer distance.”
― Holly Black

“The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers.”
― Anais Nin, Ladders to Fire

“No emotion is the final one.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

“Promise me,” Yasmine said softly, “that if you die, you will die fighting to return to me.”
― Hafsah Faizal, We Hunt the Flame

“John is so pleased to see me improve! He laughed a little the other day, and said I seemed to be flourishing in spite of my wall-paper.
I turned it off with a laugh. I had no intention of telling him it was Because of the wall-paper - he would make fun of me. He might even want to take me away.”
― Charlotte Perkins Gilman, "The Yellow Wall-Paper" by Charlotte Perkins Gilman: A Dual-Text Critical Edition

“And so, in the absence of any abiding religious convictions, this was the one blind faith I had: that love was a physical force, and it was never wasted. Once it was called out into the universe, it would echo back to us forever.”
― Laura Steven, Our Infinite Fates

“In my fantasies, you allow me to keep an eye on you.” I feel his lips at my temple. “And when I really let go, I imagine that you let me take care of you, too.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“Bold of you to assume that the real me is my best hand.”
“Foolish of you to think it isn’t.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“Have you considered that maybe you’re already the way I want you to be? That maybe there are no signals because nothing needs to be changed”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“Anything can be taken from you, at any moment. Even the past isn't guaranteed. You can lose that too, slowly, like water eating away at stone.”
― Ava Reid, A Study in Drowning

“I like to see you. When you’re not trying to be someone else.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“I've always wanted not to give a fuck. While crying helplessly into my pillow for no good reason, I would often fantasize that maybe someday I could be one of those stoic badasses whose emotions are mostly comprised of rock music and not being afraid of things.”
― Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened

“Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“The absurdity of working so hard to continue doing something you don’t like can be overwhelming.”
― Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half

“He’s a time bomb for me, do you see now? That he’ll hurt me. He’ll always hurt me. I’ll never be safe with him, even if I’m always safe next to him.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“To reiterate, no matter how much pepper you eat, it won’t undo the ludicrous amount of salt you ate before it.”
― Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half

“I am a doctor, dear, and I know. You are gaining flesh and color, your appetite is better. I feel really much easier about you."
"I don't weigh a bit more," said I, "nor as much; and my appetite may be better in the evening, when you are here, but it is worse in the morning when you are away."
"Bless her little heart!" said he with a big hug; "she shall be as sick as she pleases!”
― Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wall-Paper

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

“A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Love is for children, said the girl.
Death is for fools, said the shadow.
Darkness is my destiny, said the boy.
Allegiance is my undoing, said the eagle.
Suffering is our fate, said the beauty.
And they were all horribly wrong.”
― Hafsah Faizal, We Hunt the Flame

“I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Or makes you resent your pathological inability to set boundaries, one or the two.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“You don’t think monster girls and wicked boys deserve love?”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories