amelie

“Could love be giving your own solitude to another? Because that's the ultimate thing you can give of yourself.”
― Clarice Lispector, An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures

“My angel," Carold said. "Flung out of space.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.”
― Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath