Psychological Fiction Quotes

“You are there and to their ears, being a Syrian sounds like you’re unclean, shameful, indecent; it’s like you owe the world an apology for your very existence.”
― Asaad Almohammad, An Ishmael of Syria

“The blind faith in some half-assed conspiracy theories lines up with the logic of having to believe in something with no questions asked. It gives us peace and comfort. As simple as I was, I found that resorting to this absolute nonsense was the root of all our problems. It was a road of willingly-learned helplessness, for no action could make a difference, thereby no action was needed.”
― Asaad Almohammad, An Ishmael of Syria

“Ben was possessed by an urgency, a need. The reputation of the church was at stake. His reputation was at stake. If he didn’t fix this, it would all come out:”
― Brian J. Twiddy, Blessing

“In many places along this narrow, curving strand of pavement, the forest threads tree limbs overhead in a latticework canopy that leads one to think of the sacredness of cathedrals.  Once you enter this hallowed space, the temperature drops dramatically and a world of virtual silence wraps you in a cocoon of serenity and grace.  For Kate, it is a destination in and of itself, this magnificent temple of embracing trees, limbs arching overhead with long arms of wooded skin, reaching for their beloved partners on the other side of the road, seeking communion and the joining of lovers.”
― Kathy Martone, Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery

“Silence, once interrupted, cannot return to its original state.”
― Pauline Walz, Espen's Butterflies: A Gothic Psychological Novel

“Every river has a song;
the Tapajós sings in the rain and echoes in the hearts of those who listen.” Amazon ;Tapajós’s Song”
― Emir Demirkıran

“I've never been afraid of endings," Patrick continued, his voice low. I've only feared stories that end before they're complete.”
― Roxana M. Rotaru, Chemical Souls

“William Redgrave lives two lives at once—a fragile balance between who he is and who he wishes to be.”
― Val Chromos, The Time In Between

“Sometimes the hardest journey is the one between our own selves.”
― Val Chromos, The Time In Between

“What defines us when memory and recognition don’t match?”
― Val Chromos, The Time In Between

“I want out of the labels. I don’t want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable… A blank. Unknown. Undefined.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“I’ve even given Georgie his own P.O. Box so he can get mail. Sometimes I send him gifts and then I keep them for myself.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“Now, I no longer saw impossibility in the mirror.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“What I carry is mine alone. A private apocalypse, constant and precise.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“I open my eyes and the room is on fire. Completely unconcerned, I watch the fire grow larger and larger, then shrink and die out.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“I looked into the mirror and everything came alive—my delusions, my dreams were burying everything within reality.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“I’ve been able to find some meaning in schizophrenia, which helps me redefine how I see myself.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“I suppose I became a ghost long before I died. Or maybe I was never born at all. Georgie Gust—my puppet, my echo, my alibi—he lives the life I never could. And Ben? Ben is the disease, the master puppeteer. Together we dance. Alone, we rot. It’s not schizophrenia, really—it’s an orchestra without a conductor. Some days I am all the instruments at once. Other days, I am silence. But always, always, the music aches.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Jonathan Harnisch: An Alibiography

“Claudia had this way of vanishing just before I needed her most. Like a drug that only works in dreams. I carved her initials into the bathroom mirror with a broken pill bottle.
When the blood ran, I imagined it was her perfume.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“Claudia had this way of vanishing just before I needed her most. Like a drug that only works in dreams. I carved her initials into the bathroom mirror with a broken pill bottle. When the blood ran, I imagined it was her perfume.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“I can’t remember who I am.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia

“The ones we remember are not always the ones we should."

— Names on a Crooked Wall”
― Saddam Abuallail, Names on a Crooked Wall: A Novel of Memory, Shadows, and the Names We Leave Behind

“Every character is a mask I wear to tell the truth. I cannot speak.”
― Michael John Francis, Forged in Fear: A Journey of Transformation

“Él está enamorado. Ahora su destino es otro. Las cosas cambiaron. Se lo jura a sí mismo, como si se lo jurase a otro, el otro, ese que anoche estuvo con la joven. Y ese otro es tan distinto al sumiso que se apura por esta avenida hacia el subte.”
― Guillermo Saccomanno, El oficinista

“Le gusta pensar que él, a pesar de su carácter manso, puede ser, dada la circunstancia, feroz. Si se le presentara la circunstancia, podría ser otro.”
― Guillermo Saccomanno, El oficinista

“El cobarde que se sabe cobarde, deduce, posee una honestidad de la que carece aquel que se lanza ciego al combate para ocultar el miedo.”
― Guillermo Saccomanno, El oficinista

“Some wounds don’t bleed — they erase you slowly from the inside.”
― Tarek El fedaey, THE GIRL THEY TRIED TO ERASE: A Psychological Fiction Novel

“I did not know whose blood it was.
It was cold in my veins,
and I feared it would make me cold, too.”
― Angelika Regossi, Love in Communism: A Young Woman's Adult Story

“I’m about to begin halfway saying that—
—that she was incompetent. Incompetent for life. She had never figured out how to figure things out. She was only vaguely beginning to know the kind of absence she had of herself inside her. If she were an expressive creature she would say: the world is outside me, I am outside me.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“He never understood that I wasn't scared of someone leaving me. I was scared that the wrong person would stay.”
― Laura Dave , The Last Thing He Told Me