plathicism

Side blog of @artemisiarosalind. Quotes of books which I've read and to immortalise the ones I've had to give away.

[plathicism]

The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

Jeffery Eugenides, Middlesex

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“Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." I'd like to show how "intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members" connects with "the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age." I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever. ”

Jeffery Eugenides, Middlesex

[plathicism]

He, in some senses, was the author of this drama and he had waited in the wings a long while for this moment, when he could step onto the stage and assume the role he’d written for himself: cool but friendly; hesitant; reticent with details; bright, but not as bright as he really was.

Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[plathicism]

We cling to the most painful reminders of our youth, our memories or our injuries, perhaps so we can look back to our former selves, console them, and say: Keep going. I know how the story ends.

Sarah Domet, The Guineveres

[plathicism]

I mean, I think for girls, every moment is a test in its own way. We hold things together, especially now. In wartime.

Joy Rhoades, The Woolgrower’s Companion

[olivethomas]

Carole Lombard, 1934

[lesamis]

with the whole “keats wanted to fight everyone” stuff going around i feel like we tend to neglect the fact that sometimes his fighting had good and just causes such as this

imagine being a butcher’s boy just trying to live your worst and meanest life as the neighbourhood bully in 19th century london & this 5 ft wisp of a poet is like ok that’s it you better square up

[yesterdaysprint]

Illustration by Albert Sterner, Life Magazine, 1921

[plathicism]

“Beauty has infinite range but so does wretchedness”

- Marlon James, A Brief History of Seven Killings

[plathicism]

Like Othello with Desdemona, he entranced her with tales of his deeds and sufferings in faraway places

A. S. Byatt, The Conjugal Angel

[plathicism]

It’s good, to be seen past, as if you’re not the only one, as if everything isn’t happening just to you

Ali Smith