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“I cannot decide if you are a toxin or a tonic. Only that you plague my thoughts and fill my veins”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“People look down on women who have multiple partners, but its acceptable to have a tobacco addiction that can kill you. In a world of everything costing, a fortune, an orgasm can cost you fucking nothing.”
― Shantel Tessier, The Sinner

“Amazing how, even though sometimes I thought I hated my parents, their commandments still wormed their way so deep into my subconscious that obeying them was more muscle memory than choice. That had to be the worst kind of prison—the one whose bars were buried under your skin, invisible cages around your heart and mind.”
― Ashley Winstead, Midnight is the Darkest Hour

“That’s the upside of being the pastor’s daughter and the Devil’s son, two outcasts who became friends the way we did. From the start, nothing has been off-limits.”
― Ashley Winstead, Midnight is the Darkest Hour

“The wolf gets what he wants, and I was just the lamb, too overpowered by who he was to do anything else.”
― Shain Rose, Fractured Freedom

“The cabin is now a haunted house, baptized by yesterday’s violence,”
― Paul Tremblay, The Cabin at the End of the World

“No matter how bleak or dire, end-of-the-world scenarios appeal to us because we take meaning from the end... there's also undeniable allure to witnessing the beginning of the end and perishing alone with everyone and everything else.”
― Paul Tremblay, The Cabin at the End of the World

“There are those who insist that mothers are born with love for their children and place them before all other things, including their own needs and desires.”
― Alice Hoffman, Everything My Mother Taught Me

“Did you want something?” she would ask. Yes, I felt like saying. A mother.”
― Alice Hoffman, Everything My Mother Taught Me

“Tuesdays were meant for accidents, disappointments, and bad news. Long ago, the day was considered to belong to Mars, the god of war and blood. Now it just meant trouble—it meant that your past could come back to haunt you.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Bookstore Sisters

“I’m not weak like your mother. You don’t fool me with your manipulations. I know you just did this for attention, to make your mother and my lives miserable, and I’m not going to let you get away with it.” I glared right back at him and let the sarcasm drip thickly. “Because everything I do in my life is about you.” I didn’t need them. I didn’t need any of them. All I needed was my dad back with me again. He would have punched Roger for talking this way, even if he called me stupid afterwards for believing his words. “Shut up!” He shouted and then let go of me, looking back and forth, paranoid that someone had heard our exchange.”
― E.B. Black, The Day I Died

“If there’s no risk in life, I don’t think it’s worth the journey,”
― Kaylie Smith, Enchantra

“If it’s not the war,” she thought, “it can only be death.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“That’s what they’re all like,” she said without surprise, “crazy from birth.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“It did not surprise him that the priest asked him if he had done bad things with women, and he honestly answered no, but he was upset with the question as to whether he had done them with animals.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“there were many dead and wounded lying on the square: nine clowns, four Columbines, seventeen playing-card kings, one devil, three minstrels, two peers of France, and three Japanese empresses.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Queen of Madagascar.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“My father’s unpredictable and arbitrary rages made any situation, no matter how benign, into a potential minefield. An innocuous remark or a dissenting voice would trigger his anger and set off a series of explosions from which there was no refuge. The house shook as he shouted, chasing me upstairs into my room. I’d dive and slide under the bed, against the wall. I’d breathe in the feathery air, praying the bricks would swallow me up and I would disappear. But his hand would grab hold of me, drag me out to meet my fate. The belt would be pulled off and whistle in the air before it struck, each successive blow knocking me sideways, burning my flesh. Then the whipping would be over, as abruptly as it had begun. I’d be tossed to the floor, landing in a crumpled heap. A rag doll discarded by an angry toddler.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“It’s odd how quickly one adapts to the strange new world of a psychiatric unit. You become increasingly comfortable with madness—and not just the madness of others, but your own. We’re all crazy, I believe, just in different ways.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient: The First Three Chapters

“I thought of my old therapist, Ruth. What she would do? She used to say we are made up of different parts, some good, some bad, and that a healthy mind can tolerate this ambivalence and juggle both good and bad at the same time. Mental illness is precisely about a lack of this kind of integration—we end up losing contact with the unacceptable parts of ourselves.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“Murderous rage, homicidal rage, is not born in the present. It originates in the land before memory, in the world of early childhood, with abuse and mistreatment, which builds up a charge over the years, until it explodes—often at the wrong target.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive, and will come forth later, in uglier ways. —SIGMUND FREUD”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“And the medication keeps her stable. It keeps her alive. If we lower the dose, there’s every chance she will be overwhelmed by her feelings and be unable to cope. Are you prepared to take that risk?”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“Therapy isn’t just about talking,” Indira said. “It’s about providing a safe space—a containing environment. Most communication is nonverbal, as I’m sure you know.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“The aim of therapy is not to correct the past, but to enable the patient to confront his own history, and to grieve over it. —ALICE MILLER”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient