Bea

“There is, then, a world immune from change. But I am not composed enough, standing on tiptoe on the verge of fire, still scorched by the hot breath, afraid of the door opening and the leap of the tiger, to make even one sentence. What I say is perpetually contradicted. Each time the door opens I am interrupted. I am not yet twenty-one. I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“It is strange how people seem to belong to places - especially to places where they were not born...”
― Christopher Isherwood, Goodbye to Berlin

“Bygones would never be complete bygones till she was a bygone herself.”
― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

“I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice