Miriam

“In water, like in books—you can leave your life.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water

“Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. The sun departs the sky in winding sheets of gaudy cloud; anguish enters the city, a sense of the bitterest regret, a nostalgia for things we never knew, anguish of the turn of the year, the time of impotent yearning, the inconsolable season.”
― Angela Carter, Saints and Strangers

“Sometimes I think that God is punishing me. For what we did together. Sometimes I think that my life is a punishment for wanting. And the wanting is a punishment, too.”
― Naomi Alderman, Disobedience

“What love did then, love does now:
Gnaws me through.”
― Sylvia Plath