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“Ages fourteen to eighteen, a girl needs something to kill all that time, that endless itchy waiting, every hour, every day for something — anything — to begin.”
― Megan Abbott, Dare Me

“Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?”
― Megan Abbott, Dare Me

“The more I did it―the more it owned me. It made things matter. It put a spine into my spineless life and that spine spread, into backbone, ribs, collarbone, neck held high.
It was something. Don't say it wasn't.”
― Megan Abbott, Dare Me

“In her eyes, the sadness sings—of one who was destined, for better things.”
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

“You will come away bruised.
You will come away bruised
but this will give you poetry.”
― Yrsa Daley-Ward

“Self expression is a tricky
thing. Just as you start to feel
comfortable with yourself after years
of not, you then have to justify
yourself to other people.”
― Yrsa Daley-Ward, bone

“and anyway,
there will always be your breath
which, hard as you try,
you cant do without
you cant run away from.
There will always your heart
beating
stronger and louder
the harder, the further
you run.”
― Yrsa Daley-Ward, bone

“The pastor makes twenty-four
references to hell
in the sermon at church and forgets
to talk
about love.”
― Yrsa Daley-Ward, bone

“Smiling at devils is a useful, learned thing.”
― Yrsa Daley-Ward, bone

“If you are afraid to write it,
that's a good sign.
I suppose you know when you're
writing the
truth when you're terrified.”
― Yrsa Daley-Ward, bone

“you
not wanting me
was
the beginning of me
wanting myself
thank you”
― Nayyirah Waheed

“expect sadness
like
you expect rain.
both,
cleanse you.”
― Nayyirah Waheed

“remember,
you were a writer
before
you ever
put
pen to paper.
just because you were not writing
externally.
does not mean you were not writing
internally.”
― Nayyirah Waheed

“i don't pay attention to the
world ending.
it has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning.”
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt

“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”
― Nayyirah Waheed

“Chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind"
Nayyirah Waheed”
― Nayyirah Waheed

“Desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.”
― Nayyirah Waheed

“cruel mothers are still mothers. they make us wars. they make us revolution. they teach us the truth. early. mothers are humans. who sometimes give birth to their pain. instead of children. – hate”
― Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, White Is for Witching

“I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“Actually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“The act of tattooing one's skin was a tranformative declaration of power, an announcment to the world: I am in control of my own flesh.”
― Dan Brown, The Lost Symbol

“Everything is so fragile. There's so much conflict, so much pain...you keep waiting for the dust to settle and then you realize this is it; the dust is your life going on. If happy comes along--that weird, unbearable delight that's actual happy--I think you have to grab it while you can. You take what you can get, 'cause it's here, and then...gone.”
― Joss Whedon, Astonishing X-Men, Vol. 4: Unstoppable

“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