#ms

Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on the floor, even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain. ↗

— Elena Ferrante

#divorce #elena-ferrante #love #pain #the-days-of-abandonment

No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable. ↗

— May Sarton

#feel #give #himself #love #make

He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me? ↗

— The Beatles

#existence #fictional-character #lack-of-motivation #music #music-lyrics

Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#fascism #kills #number #them #victims

Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#choose #circumstances #class #creating #every

Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#beasts #better #killed #men #run

It pained her deeply to realize Alysandir wasn’t her romantic hero she had pegged him to be. In truth he was no more attainable than her dreams of Mr. Darcy. – Isobella Douglas ↗

— Elaine Coffman

#dreams

All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#books #i #i have learned #know #learned

Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#disenchantment #dreamers #i #like #mistook

For better or worse, she was the lady Soraya. And the lady Soraya would never dream of missing the warm bulk of Casia's body between her and the hearth, or the comforting drone of Ludo's snores. Or the wry laughter of a slave... a slave, for Azura's sake! The lady Soraya needed no one. The lady Soraya cried herself to sleep. ↗

— Hilari Bell

#loneliness #soraya #dreams