Ezgi

“They don’t live in the real world, we tell ourselves fondly: but what kind of criticism is that?
If they can manage not to live in it, good for them. We would rather not live in it either, ourselves.
And in fact they don’t live in it, because such women are fictions: composed by others, but just as frequently by themselves, though even stupid women are not so stupid as they pretend: they pretend for love.
Men love them because they make even stupid men feel smart: women for the same reason, and because they are reminded of all the stupid things they have done themselves, but mostly because without them there would be no stories.
No stories! No stories! Imagine a world without stories!”
― Margaret Atwood, Good Bones

“And nevertheless, no, I have nothing to say to them, to my parents. Nothing. Nothing and everything, as always. If I tried – out of boldness, through luck, or in distress – to share with them some of the violence that causes me to be so totally on my own, they would not know where I am, who I am, what it is, in others, that rubs me the wrong way.”
― Julia Kristeva, Strangers to Ourselves

“I’ve told him twelve times that Mom’s dying of cancer but he acts like she has a sprained ankle. He has no concept of loss. I feel like the world is divided into two types of people: people who know loss and people who don’t. And whenever I encounter someone who doesn’t, I disregard them.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

“They “can’t eat” right now, they tell me. I envy them. I envy that their sadness and stress translate to a lack of hunger.”
― Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died