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    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."
    How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
    Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
    Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."
    I started from her.
    She was gazing on me with eyes from which all fire, all meaning had flown, and a face colorless and apathetic.
    "Is there a chill in the air, dear?" she said drowsily. "I almost shiver; have I been dreaming? Let us come in. Come; come; come in.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #2
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die--die, sweetly die--into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #3
    J. Sheridan Le Fanu
    “...and to this hour the image of Carmilla returns to mind with ambiguous alterations--sometimes the playful, languid, beautiful girl; sometimes the writhing fiend I saw in the ruined church; and often from a reverie I have started, fancying I heard the light step of Carmilla at the drawing room door.”
    Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

  • #4
    Julia Serano
    “In trans women's eyes, I see a wisdom that can only come from having to fight for your right to be recognized as female, a raw strength that only comes fro unabashedly asserting your right to be feminine in an inhospitable world.”
    Julia Serano, Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity

  • #5
    “That's the thing about trans joy: It can never be fully extinguished. People can try to narrow the possibilities for our lives, even end them, but our spirits will always expand to fill whatever space we are given. We will find the power in us.”
    Geena Rocero, Horse Barbie

  • #6
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.

    "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #7
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

  • #8
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
    Vladimir Nabokov

  • #9
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

  • #10
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness , dear, my happiness will remain,in the moist reflection of a street lamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into the canal's black waters, in the smiles of a dancing couple, in everything with which God so generously surrounds human loneliness.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Selected Letters, 1940-1977

  • #11
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor a writer of didactic fiction...For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #12
    Casey McQuiston
    “You were the only one it could be.”
    Casey McQuiston, I Kissed Shara Wheeler

  • #13
    Taylor Jenkins Reid
    “I have been married seven times, and never once has it felt half as right as this. I think that loving you has been the truest thing about me”
    Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

  • #14
    Luna Oblonsky
    “You are cruel even in love," Iona whispers, "How can you make me feel this way? I ought to hate you. I wanted to hate you.”
    Luna Oblonsky, Her Spell That Binds Me

  • #15
    Amina  Khan
    “Being with girls is the same—it’s shameless and gritty, it’s not as soft as people make it out to be. It’s soft with men too. Even unknowingly, we diminish ourselves little by little to feel more loved. As girls, we don’t need to diminish ourselves when we’re together, we fit in every sense of the word. It doesn’t matter if we’re bruised, bloody, or empty, we become these things together—we fit.”
    Amina khan, Loathing You

  • #16
    Tanya Byrne
    “When I say I love you, Ash, I don't mean that I love you in the way that I love Basquiat or oat milk lattes, I mean that I love you. All that you are and all that you will be and I can't wait to find out who that person is.”
    Tanya Byrne, Afterlove

  • #17
    Taleen Voskuni
    “There's a moon ring on her index finger, and with her other hand she pinches the moon and twists the ring all the way around and back. I want to be that moon. The I immediately tell myself to dial it back.”
    Taleen Voskuni, Sorry, Bro

  • #18
    Addison Clarke
    “That’s just a champagne problem.”
    “A what?”
    “That’s what my professor calls problems that seem like a big deal, but aren’t in the grand scheme of things. They explode dramatically, like champagne, then fizzle out.”
    Addison Clarke

  • #19
    Tilly Lawless
    “As women we're raised to take tepid two-steps, to doubt, to let the other make the move. And when you are caught with another girl in that dance... How many times have I stepped the same steps, trodden the same tired grooves of my mind, an ouroboros of extreme elation and suffocating uncertainty? How does one get out of this labyrinth? Burn all your romantic novels, cough on the fumes till you spit out the sediment? Bury your pink lingerie in a bed of rock, quell those femme yearnings, become stone?”
    Tilly Lawless, Nothing but My Body

  • #20
    Pablo Neruda
    “Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #21
    Leo Tolstoy
    “We walked to meet each other up at the time of our love and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions, and there's no altering that.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #22
    Pete Walker
    “Perfectionism is the unparalleled defense for emotionally abandoned children. The existential unattainability of perfection saves the child from giving up, unless or until, scant success forces him to retreat into the depression of a dissociative disorder, or launches him hyperactively into an incipient conduct disorder. Perfectionism also provides a sense of meaning and direction for the powerless and unsupported child. In the guise of self-control, striving to be perfect offers a simulacrum of a sense of control. Self-control is also safer to pursue because abandoning parents typically reserve their severest punishment for children who are vocal about their negligence.”
    Pete Walker

  • #23
    John Bradshaw
    “Since the earliest period of our life was preverbal, everything depended on emotional interaction. Without someone to reflect our emotions, we had no way of knowing who we were.”
    John Bradshaw, Healing the Shame that Binds You

  • #24
    Elizabeth Scott
    “And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?”
    Elizabeth Scott, The Unwritten Rule

  • #25
    Alexandra Katehakis
    “When loneliness is a constant state of being, it harkens back to a childhood wherein neglect and abandonment were the landscape of life.”
    Alexandra Katehakis, Mirror of Intimacy: Daily Reflections on Emotional and Erotic Intelligence

  • #26
    Emily  Williams
    “The feeling of abandonment overwhelmed me as I realised that no one had waited, or cared where I was.”
    Emily Williams, Letters to Eloise

  • #27
    Olivia Sudjic
    “I went back to my room and spent all night contemplating whether it was possible in life not to be constantly let down. If it could ever be worth pinning your happiness to another person, when all other people ever seemed to do was disappear.”
    Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy

  • #28
    Ekta Kumar
    “I think I like it here. Alone. I have no one to talk to, and nothing to say.”
    Ekta Kumar, Box of Lies: A Love Story, Without Love

  • #29
    “Maybe the truth is that saying goodbye seems to me a rejection of human warmth - even the minimal warmth that makes us feel solitude less. I mean real solitude, which rises up by surprise and lasts a few seconds, the solitude that derives not from lack of company or affection, but from our innate separateness from one another.”
    Elena Ferrante; translated by Ann Goldstein, Incidental Inventions

  • #30
    Alix E. Harrow
    “In the pain of my loss, I gave you the pain of absence.”
    Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January



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