The Melancholia of the Grotesque Quotes

“As the crimson fabric of her blood poured down the side of her neck, she knew that she was now nothing.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“There may not be any trace of my existence left in this world once the ocean is done with me.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“This painting is no longer just a painting. It is the embodiment of my truly loveless soul. Why else must I be so infatuated with this lifeless shadow of a person?”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I wished only for my flesh to peel off of my bones and my bones burn within deep flames to turn into nothing but ash and dust, leaving my immortal soul on this hell of which is referred to as earth with nothing, but my memory of her.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“She often felt that her body was dead weight of which she logged around day after day. She often wished to be free of this cage of flesh and bone. If only she were just a soul, aimlessly floating around this cruel earth.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I wonder whether all women feel isolated not from being isolated actually, but from experiencing the gut wrenching horrors of girlhood alone?”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I have vivid dreams of people’s bodies being ripped apart gruesomely, yet I wish sometimes that I could be the body they tore apart. The freedom of my viscera spilling out all over the floor, with no control over it, seems like heaven to me.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“What is the point of my existence, if not merely to suffer?”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“The only thing that you are being redeemed for is existing, the ultimate sin.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“It seems like to be human is to suffer, and I don’t want to live in a world like that.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“To feel empty.. to me, is not a lack of emotion, or feeling, rather than a great presence looming over a person that is so overwhelmingly large that they can do nothing but stare into space blindly. This presence is similar to a potentially catastrophic wave crashing onto oneself and being drowned by its sheer force.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I just found it so unbearable to push through such a mundane life with nothing to have happiness for, to slowly rot as I slip further and further away from reality.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“She found herself so unbearably lonely that she became addicted to killing.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I locked eyes with him as his pupils dilated and he fell to the floor, bleeding out. I now feel the weight of his soul on my shoulders, a weight that I doubt can ever be truly lost.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“The fragments of white marble contrasted with the crimson colour of the blood in such a beautifully cohesive way that I wished that I was a part of it somehow. I wish that I could break into pieces of clay and finally be free from the torment of existence.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“If the world ended tomorrow, would I become a ghost, cursed to haunt the unending universe of stars? Or would I be stuck in a permanent void, away from anything I ever loved?”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“But shouldn’t a horrifying experience such as this be like fuel to poetry?”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“Her limbs slowly crumbled off, as if they were rotting. The skin on her face was melting away like candle wax, leaving only a thin layer of bloody flesh on the surface of her skull.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I felt my heart smash into pieces inside my chest as I was about to slash her throat open with my razor sharp hands.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I feel my soul slipping away from the only vessel I possess that connects me to this world. I am living in a hell of my own making, forced to relive my own lonesome life forever.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“There is nothing more terrifying than losing control over your own mind and body.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I felt free from the figurative handcuffs of living. My soul exited from my body just like how I wished to exit this wooden cage. My body was now just flesh, a meaningless sack of bones.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I was a mere puddle of melting flesh, disappearing into the ground as moss and grass began to grow all over my body.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“Her mind was like a heinous beast trapped inside a cage, waiting for the moment to burst out and wreak havoc on everything she loved.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I then reached inside of this wound and ripped my bleeding heart out, staring at its beauteous glory. It was beating, and for a second, before my hearing parted from me, I could still hear the ticking sound that had made me its victim for so long.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I should punch this window of perception with all of the anger within me and slit my own throat with the glass of which I have broken.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque

“I want to scoop your organs out so that I can leave you with the emptiness you left in me.”
― Katie Seaver, The Melancholia of the Grotesque