#rim

Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's after image imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscure of dreams. Though their bodies would heal, their souls had sustained a damage beyond compensation ↗

— Pat Conroy

#rape #violence #dreams

Honestly," he said with a grin, "how would that have worked? Oh, hello dream lover. Would you drink some of my blus so I won't murder you in front of all these nice people?" ↗

— Delilah S. Dawson

#dreams

Oh, Jeannie, I am so glad you woke me. I was having the worst nightmare. I felt like I was suffocating. I dreamed the Devil was trying to choke me to death. ↗

— Jeannie Walker

#death

She was afraid of not being able to pull herself out of the dream world, never waking up, never knowing what really happened, never realizing her goals, her hopes, her dreams. ↗

— B. Barmanbek

#future #science-fiction #utopia #dreams

The remaining chain swung down, he wrenched the door out and he was free. The last thing he heard behind him was the oncoming stomp of running feet. Now began flight, that excruciating accompaniment to both the sleep-dream and the drug-dream as well. Down endless flights of stairs that seemed to have increased decimally since he had come up them so many days before. Four, fourteen, forty - there seemed no end to them, no bottom. Round and round he went, hand slapping at the worn guard-rail only at the turns to keep from bulleting head-on into the wall each time. The clamor had come out onto a landing high above him now, endless miles above him; a thin voice came shouting down the stair-well, "There he is! See him down there?" raising the hue and cry to the rest of the pack. Footsteps started cannonading down after him, like avenging thunder from on high. They only added wings to his effortless, almost cascading waterlike flight. Like a drunk, he was incapable of hurting himself. At one turning he went off his feet and rippled down the whole succeeding flight of stair-ribs like a wriggling snake. Then he got up again and plunged ahead, without consciousness of pain or smart. The whole staircase-structure seemed to hitch crazily from side to side with the velocity of his descent, but it was really he that was hitching. But behind him the oncoming thunder kept gaining. Then suddenly, after they'd kept on for hours, the stairs suddenly ended, he'd reached bottom at last. He tore out through a square of blackness at the end of the entrance-hall, and the kindly night received him, took him to itself - along with countless other things that stalk and kill and are dangerous if crossed. He had no knowledge of where he was; if he'd ever had, he'd lost it long ago. The drums of pursuit were still beating a rolling tattoo inside the tenement. He chose a direction at random, fled down the deserted street, the wand of light from a wan street-lamp flicking him in passing, so fast did he scurry by beneath it. ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#chased #crime-fiction #crime-thriller #noir #noir-fiction

The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale, but you're made to believe the spell can never be broken. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#abused #abused-women #anger #crime #crime-fiction

If we are teaching children how to lie,to steal, and to be aggressive, why do schools punish those who lie and steal? and why does the society punish the offender criminal? ↗

— Ali Altantawi

#criminal #education #lie #offender #punish

Ahora bien, porqué quiere él energicamente lo contrario, a saber, sentir plenamente la vida, sufrir la vida? Porque advierte que se le quiere enganar acerca de si mismo y que existe una espécie de pacto para extraerlo de su própria caverna: pero he aqui que se despabila, aguza el oído y decide. «Quiero seguir siendo mío!» Se trata de una terrible decisión; poco a poco lo irá comprendiendo. Ahora, en efecto, debe adentrarse en las profundidades de la existência com una serie de perguntas insólitas en los lábios: Por qué vivo? Que lección debo extraer de la vida? Como he llegado a ser lo que soy, y por qué sufro así? Se atormenta, y advierte que nadie se atormenta como él: antes bien, observa cómo las manos de sus congéneres se tienden hacia los fenómenos fantasmagóricos que muestra el teatro patético o cómo ellos mismos se pavoenean orgullosos portando cientos de máscaras: disfrazados de jovencitos, hombres adultos, ancianos, padres, ciudadanos, sacerdotes, funcionários, comerciantes, solitários todos ellos en su comedia general, sin conciencia ninguna de sí mismos. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#hipocresía #individualidad #representación #sociedad #sufrimiento

No: I shall not marry Samuel Fawthrop Wynne." "I ask why? I must have a reason. In all respects he is more than worthy of you." She stood on the hearth; she was pale as the white marble slab and cornice behind her; her eyes flashed large, dilated, unsmiling. "And I ask in what sense that young man is worthy of me? ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#courtship #dignity #empowerment #equality #feminism

We cannot keep turning our backs on gay and lesbian Americans. I have fought too hard and too long against discrimination based on race and color not to stand up against discrimination based on sexual orientation. ↗

— John Lewis

#equal-rights #gays #lesbians #racial-discrimination #sexual-orientation