Therese Oneill

“She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
― Flannery O'Connor

“You've been criticising yourself for years and it hasn't worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens.”
― Louise Hay

“Here, I think we have some old bedsheets - dye them black with the ashes of your self-respect and sew them together.”
― Therese Oneill, Unmentionable: The Victorian Lady's Guide to Sex, Marriage, and Manners

“You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs―the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limbs, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate―the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita