ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ alice oseman

• loveless: in the end, that was the problem with romance. it was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. [...] I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found nothing was there.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ autumn sonata

• a mother and a daughter, what a terrible combination of feelings and confusion and destruction, everything is possible and is done in the name of love and solicitude. the mother's injuries are handed down to the daughter, the mother's failures are paid for by the daughter, the mother's unhappiness will be the daughter's unhappiness, it's as if the umbilical cord had never been cut. is it so? is the daughter's misfortune the mother's triumph? is my grief your secret pleasure?
• sometimes, when I lie awake at night I wonder whether I've lived at all. is it the same for everybody? or do some people have a greater talent for living than others. or do some people never live, but just exist? then I'm seized by fear. I'm seized by fear and see a horrible picture of myself. I have never grown up, my face and my body have aged, I acquire memories and experiences, but inside all that I haven't even been born. I can't remember any faces, not even my own.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ charlotte brontë

• I am no bird, and no net ensnares me, I am a free human being, with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ elena ferrante

• the days of abandonment: I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. to those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.
• the days of abandonment: the whole future, I thought, will be that way, life lives together with the damp odor of the land of the dead, attention with inattention, passionate leaps of the heart along with abrupt losses of meaning. but it won't be worse that the past.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ emily dickinson

• I'm nobody! who are you? I'm nobody! who are you? are you nobody too? then there's a pair of us! don't tell! they'd advertise, you know! how dreary to be somebody! how public, like a frog, to tell one's name, the livelong june, to an admiring bog!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ fleabag

• I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, father, because so far I think I've been getting it wrong.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ jane austen

• emma: "I cannot make speeches, emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
• persuasion: I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ joyn mulaney: baby J

• all I cared about was what other people thought of me. and I don't anymore. and I don't because I can honestly say what is someone going to do to me, that's worse than what I would do to myself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ marguerite duras

• the lover: I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.
• the lover: I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I've always been sad. that I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. that today, recognizing it as the sadness I've always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it's so like me.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sally rooney

• normal people: marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn't know if she would ever find out where it was or become part of it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ scenes from a marriage

• I know just what you're thinking. "a spoiled woman with no sense of humor. she has everything she could possibly want, but still she goes on about love. what about friendship, loyalty, security?" let me tell you something. I have a mental picture of myself that doesn't correspond to reality.
• I tell myself I have the capacity to love. but it's been... bottled up. the life I've led has stifled my potential.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ summer strike

• actually, I broke down trying to live up to other people's standards. I was troubled because I thought everyone was running ahead, while I was the only one falling behind. so for now, I'm trying to become friends with myself rather than others.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ suzanne rivecca

• ugly, bitter, and true: the san francisco therapist kept telling me I shouldn't be terrified of creative experimentation. "I don't know what's going to come out of me," I told her. "it has to be perfect. it has to be irreproachable in every way." "why?" she said. "to make up for it," I said. "to make up for the fact that it's me."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ sylvia plath

• the unabridged journals of sylvia plath: I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. a passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the children's hour

• listen to me, I have loved you the way they said. there's always been something wrong, always, as long as I can remember, but I never knew it until all this happened. you're afraid of hearing it, I'm more afraid than you. you've got to know it, I can't keep it to myself any longer, I've got to tell you that I'm guilty. I've been telling myself that since the night we heard the child say it, I lie in bed night after night praying that it isn't true, but I know about it now. it's there, I don't know how, I don't know why, but I did love you, I do love you. I resented your plans to marry, maybe because I wanted you, maybe I wanted you all these years. I couldn’t call it by a name, but maybe it's been there ever since I first knew you, I never felt that way about anybody but you, I've never loved a man, I never knew why before, maybe it's that. it's funny, it's all mixed up. there's something in you and you don't do anything about it because you don't know it's there, suddenly a little girl gets bored and tells a lie, and there, that night, you see it for the first time, and you say it to yourself, did she see it, did she sense it? she found the lie with the ounce of truth.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the great dictator

• to those who can hear me, I say do not despair. the misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. the hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. and so long as men die, liberty will never perish. soldiers! don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! you are not machines! you are not cattle! you are men! you have the love of humanity in your hearts! you don't hate! only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural! soldiers! don't fight for slavery! fight for liberty!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ veep

• gary, you look whiter than a georgia country club.
• you're about as annoying as a condom filled with fire ants.
• relax, cow eyes. I'm not gonna be sitting here looking at your cow eyes the whole time.
• do you want to know how toxic she is, amy? imagine something small has crawled up a dead cow's ass. and then that small thing actually dies itself. if that dead thing then farted out a sack of eggs, but each individual egg is a smaller, rotting dead thing, that's how toxic she is.
• jonah with money! god almighty, it's like if hitler could fly!
• every time I see him, I hear circus music.
• you are like an earlobe. you are just there, just wobbling.
• she's middle of the road. she's mediocre, really. of all he -ocres, she's the mediest.
• it was an accident, okay? much like when bigfoot got your mom pregnant, resulting in you.
• well, it's bigger than your mother's womb and you were in there until you were fifteen.
• yeah? well, go shit yourself, long tall sally.
• throw him under a bus, if you can find one that's long enough.
• you colossal fucking fanny pack. you don't get it, do you?
• one of the most extraordinarily incoherent people I've ever met in my life.
• I don't have time to ignore you, jonah. gary, could you please ignore jonah for me?
• you don't get the complexity. you're the world's biggest single-cell organism.
• I am surprised the two of you even found your way out of your own mothers' vaginas.
• please, catherine, stop with the whining! you're gonna shatter the bulletproof glass in here.
• and if you listen to me instead of your only two brain cells busy butt-fucking each other somewhere in the vast expanses of your misshapen skull, then maybe, jonah, you might have a chance at becoming the first mentally impaired frankenstein's monster to ever win an american election.
• not quite. like your mother, it's been previously loved and paid for by a couple of guys.
• dan is a shit. he's a massive and total shit. when you first meet him, you think surely to god this man can't be as big a shit as he seems, but he is. 'cause like if there were a book with covers made of shit, you'd think "that's intriguing. I wonder what's in this book that they saw fit to give it covers made of pure shit." and then you open it and... shit.
• isn't that the catchphrase of the world's creepiest babysitter? speaking of creepy, kent davison is back.
• you guys, are we seriously gonna let the guy with a police-sketch face of a rapist tell us what to do?
• stop trying to polish my dick, you fucking four-eyed failure.
• jonah, you're not even a man. you're like an early draft of a man where they just sketched out a giant mangled skeleton, but they didn't have time to add details like pigment, or self-respect. you're frankenstein's monster, if his monster was made entirely of dead dicks.
• go fuck yourself, jack and the giant freakstalk. your team lost, and you should be fitted with a leper bell, you sinking shit.
• back to the natural habitat your nitwit mother found you in, you fucking shaved sasquatch.
• I didn't think it was possible for you to look more like a giant cock. I guess it's true what they say: you are what you eat.
• man up, gary. or at least lady down a bit.