#shell

Had Mary Shelley fretted so? Maybe yes, maybe no. She’d begun her classic work on a dare. Had culled a dream to bring it into being. But it was not lost on Laura that the story might be a prolonged exercise in Shelley’s personal terrors. The subtitle of the work was 'Prometheus Unbound,' and Laura wondered if Shelley herself was not Prometheus in the form of the wandering monster, who desperately sought love and acceptance but was ultimately driven to face an icy landscape that seemed almost fantastical—the way our own subconscious could be, white and frozen-slippery. ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#mary-shelley #writers #writing #dreams

The sky seemed filled with diving planes and the black bursts of exploding antiaircraft shells. ↗

— Dorie Miller

#bursts #diving #exploding #filled #planes

We had a lot in common. I loved him and he loved him. ↗

— Shelley Winters

#shelley-winters #humor

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. ↗

— Mary Shelley

#frankenstein #horror #killer #mary-shelley #monster

Sorry for your loss' Gordan said.His extended hand was immediately rejected with an if-looks-could-kill stare from Shelly's father, who was, as of yet, oblivious to the fact that we had stolen the last of his daughter. 'Right. Well,fuck you too. ↗

— Ty Roth

#so-shelly #funny

In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder. ↗

— Jan Karon

#post-traumatic-stress-disorder #shell-shock #vietnam-war #war #world-war-one

I don’t hate you, you idiot. I’m in love with you. That’s why I’m panicking!” She marched to the door and yelled, “And our children will not be freaks!” “Except their mother already is,” her father yelled back. ↗

— Shelly Laurenston

#humor #shelly-laurenston #humor

But her favorite is the Houdini fantasy. Big Red disagrees with his biographers, who say that he was driven by his longing to shuck off this mortal coil. She knows that he was all the time just searching for a box that could hold him. ↗

— Karen Russell

#the-city-of-shells #home

I turned my face to let his nose rub my cheek. "Mason, let's just stay here," I told him breathlessly. He chuckled, huskily and dangerously. "Oh, no, absolutely not. I'm not to be trusted with you alone right now. ↗

— Shelly Crane

#significance #soul-mates #wide-awake #soulmates

Living grows 'round us like a skin to shut away the desolation for if we clearly mark the furthest deep we should be dead long years before the grave But turning around within the homely shell of worry, discontent and narrow joy we grow and flourish and rarely see the outside dark that would confound our eyes Some break the shell I think that there are those who push their fingers through the brittle walls and make a hole and through that cruel slit stare out across the cinders of the world with naked eyes They look both in and out knowing themselves and too much else beside ↗

— molly drake

#kendimiçin #home