Jillian

“They are right; for man, to man so oft unjust,
Is always so to women; one sole bond
Awaits them, treachery is all their trust;
Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond
Over their idol, till some wealthier lust
Buys them in marriage—and what rests beyond?
A thankless husband, next a faithless lover,
Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all ’s over.

Some take a lover, some take drams or prayers,
Some mind their household, others dissipation,
Some run away, and but exchange their cares,
Losing the advantage of a virtuous station;
Few changes e’er can better their affairs,
Theirs being an unnatural situation,
From the dull palace to the dirty hovel:
Some play the devil, and then write a novel.”
― Lord Byron, Don Juan

“By day or night, in weal or woe, That heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee.”
― Lord Byron, Lord Byron: The Collected Works

“I did not come into existence when he harmed me. 'She found her voice!' I had a voice, he stripped it, left me groping around blind for a bit, but I always had it. I just used it like I never had to use it before. I do not owe him my success, my becoming, he did not create me.”
― Chanel Miller, Know My Name

“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
― C.S. Lewis