"I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart" (Woolf, 214 ( Read more... )

"How useful an office one's friends perform when they recall us. Yet how painful to be recalled, to be mitigated, to have one's self adulterated, mixed up, become part of another" (Woolf, 83 ( Read more... )

"I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain." Bronte, 131

"'You teach me how cruel you've been -- cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not ( Read more... )