Maria Maria

“Tem cheiro de poeira e de tempo”
― Caitlín R. Kiernan, The Drowning Girl

“I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection. I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“A serpente negra do amor-próprio ferido passara a noite toda a sugar-lhe o coração.”
― Fiódor Dostoiévski, Crime and Punishment

“Ele me afogou na água verde debaixo da ponte. Fizeram um violino do meu esterno. Fizeram cravelhas dos meus dedos. No inverno, eu me deito sob o gelo e o céu estava cinza e lembrava vidro.”
― Caitlín R. Kiernan, The Drowning Girl