[palpabledolour]

People say they love you. But what they mean is they love how loving you makes them feel about themselves. Or, they love what they can take from you.

To The Bone

[palpabledolour]

Their glance was slower than an embrace, more urgent than a call.

F. Scott Fitzgerald [ The Love Of The Last Tycoon ]

[palpabledolour]

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.

William Shakespeare [ A Midsummer Night’s Dream ]

[palpabledolour]

If they cared so much about your physical appearance, then why not make them care for your soul, your thoughts, your inner appearance too? Your entirety? For, does that not matter too?

palpabledolour

[palpabledolour]

What could be more serious than the love of man for woman, what more commanding, more impressive, bearing in its bosom the seeds of death; at the same time these lovers, these people entering into illusion glittering eyed, must be danced round with mockery, decorated with garlands.

Virginia Woolf

[palpabledolour]

There is an animal caged up inside of all of us; locked up, imprisoned and trapped. This animosity, this bitterness, this...this utter madness, I cannot escape it. How long can it be contained? How long can I keep it bottled up for? What will I become when I finally set it to freedom?

palpabledolour

[palpabledolour]

To be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes.

Virginia Woolf

[palpabledolour]

There are so many things worse than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

Cassandra Clare [ The Infernal Devices ]

[palpabledolour]

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

Virginia Woolf

[palpabledolour]

The darkness; It welcomed me, Engulfed me, Strangled me.

palpabledolour

[palpabledolour]

Could there be an end to this; this feeling I have caged up inside? Shards of my dreams, wisps of memories, like smoke that I can never hold on to. The sky above, the sky below; shattered - like the remainders of my soul, fragments of my life -  Shattered from the raging storm.

palpabledolour

[palpabledolour]

Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.

Cassandra Clare [ The Infernal Devices ]

[palpabledolour]

I wish I could comfort you, I wish I could sympathize, but that requires having a living soul, and a beating heart that I do not own.

palpabledolour

[palpabledolour]

Forever awake, yet always sleeping. In a trance, and barely breathing. Surrounded by real dreams, that are hollow and haunting. Unable to stay awake, but sleep is always dooming.

palpabledolour

[palpabledolour]

"I want to write a novel about Silence," he said. "All the things people don't say."

Virginia Woolf

[palpabledolour]

But even dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.

Erin Morgenstern

[palpabledolour]

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

Cesare Pavese