#al

I wonder if rooms in an insane asylum have Do Not Disturb signs for the doors. I should hope not, because knock or no knock, every occupant in those rooms is already disturbed.
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— Jarod Kintz

#disturbed #door #doors #hope #hospitality

A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption. ↗

— Guy de Maupassant

#mental-illness #sickness #thoughts #insanity

I don’t like keeping her in the dark,” Jace said. “We’ll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?” Jace gave him a look. “Two weeks ago you were dead.” “Well, I wasn’t suggesting two weeks,” said Sebastian. “That would be insane. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-herondale #sebastian-morgenstern #insanity

How can I clearly see what’s wrong with someone else, and then look at myself as though I’m standing in front of a fogged mirror?
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— Jarod Kintz

#delusional #delusions #hypocrisy #hypocrisy

True saddness is when someone still thinks your the same person after all these years. They brand you because of their own ego, fear and lack of spirituality. What's sadder is when they are Christian. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#judgement #male-ego #hypocrisy

Women do desperately need models for power other than the maternal. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#gynergy #maternal-influence #motherhood #power #motherhood

I was sixteen and my mother was about to throw me out of the house forever, for breaking a very big rule, even bigger than the forbidden books. The rule was not just No Sex, but definitely No Sex With Your Own Sex. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#books #books-express #sex #sexuality #winterson

That you could fix me? What's more, that I could fix you? Well, Sorry, pet, I don't want to be fixed. - Caleb ↗

— C.J. Roberts

#pets

I keep warning and warning, and nobody seems willing to listen. One of these days someone is going to wake up to the fact that I'm serious when I say never to attack my sister without looking over your shoulder for me. (Rhoan) ↗

— Keri Arthur

#paranormal #romance #paranormal

Tuck," I breathe, and then he kisses me. I've been kissed before. But nothing like this. He kisses me with surprising tenderness, for all of his gusty talk. Still cupping my face, he gently brushes his lips against mine, slowly, like he's memorizing what I feel like. My eyes close. My head swims with his smell, grass and sunshine and musky cologne. He kisses me again, a litte more firmly, and then he pulls back to look down into my face. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#paranormal