"Isn’t it time to acknowledge the ugly side? I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids."
- Gillian Flynn (via abramblerose)
"There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold."
- Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (via theninecrimes)
"This is what I miss… not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen."
- Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via amyjellicoes)
"Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library."
- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via observando)
"She has no body as others have. People have no meaning to her. She has no answer for them. Her mind steps into emptiness, alone."
- Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)


Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

"I’d spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn’t drip with blood every time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled herself daily."
- White Oleander, Janet Fitch (via amyjellicoes)
"She fell into a deep pool of sticky water, which eventually closed over her head. She saw nothing and heard nothing but a faint booming sound, which was the sound of the sea rolling over her head. While all her tormentors thought that she was dead, she was not dead, but curled up at the bottom of the sea."
-  Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via wavingtovirginia)
"Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell."
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
"Come what might, she would be wild, untrammeled, free."
- James Joyce, Ulysses (via elliesattlers)


Virginia Woolf, The Waves

"To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others."
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via shaky-hands-and-lovenotes)
"I am not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am —"
- Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)