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“I am in a strange state of mind. I am alone—quite alone—in the world—the blight of misfortune has passed over me and withered me; I know that I am about to die and I feel happy—joyous.—I feel my pulse; it beats fast: I place my thin hand on my cheek; it burns: there is a slight, quick spirit within me which is now emitting its last sparks. I shall never see the snows of another winter—I do believe that I shall never again feel the vivifying warmth of another summer sun; and it is in this persuasion that I begin to write my tragic history. Perhaps a history such as mine had better die with me, but a feeling that I cannot define leads me on and I am too weak both in body and mind to resist the slightest impulse. While life was strong within me I thought indeed that there was a sacred horror in my tale that rendered it unfit for utterance, and now about to die I pollute its mystic terrors. It is as the wood of the Eumenides none but the dying may enter; and Oedipus is about to die.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Mathilda

“A heart, once stolen, can never be taken back.”
― Marissa Meyer, Heartless

“I am not scared,” he repeated. “I am the eye of the storm. The calm in the madness.” I blew out a breath, drawing in another, slower. “The quiet in the chaos. The patience for my moment.”
― Penelope Douglas, Nightfall

“She’s not broken. She’s not looking for someone to save her. She’s looking for someone to drown with her.”
― K.V. Rose, Ecstasy