Her beauty was like the edge of a very sharp knife.
Diana Cathas quoted3 days ago
I had seen girls clamor for new clothes and complain about what their mothers made for dinner. I was always mortified. Didn’t they know they were tying their mothers to the ground? Weren’t chains ashamed of their prisoners?
Diana Cathas quoted3 days ago
“Men,” she said. “No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.”
Diana Cathas quotedyesterday
“How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?”
Diana Cathas quoted20 hours ago
“Isn’t it funny. I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind.”
Diana Cathas quoted20 hours ago
“But hatred, now. That’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you. It’s so soothing. I feel infinitely better now.”
Diana Cathas quoted18 hours ago
I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children, between friends, family, things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost, more easily than anyone could imagine.
Diana Cathas quoted44 minutes ago
I couldn’t imagine owning beauty like my mother’s. I wouldn’t dare. It would be too scary.
The Evil Rebelhas quotedlast year
“We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.”
The Evil Rebelhas quotedlast year
She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress