Angela Carter Quotes

Nothing else ever mattered to me, and you weren’t even real. All I ever wanted was you.

I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

To be allowed to call her "Dora", to write to her, to dote upon and worship her, to have reason to think that when she was with other people she was yet mindful of me, seemed to me the summit of human ambition - I am sure it was the summit of mine.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that’s a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women’s ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?

Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me.
 Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

Please forgive me, I know not what I do. Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you.

Love is madness, if thwarted it develops fast.

You see, you don’t want me to love you. You want the version you’ve made up. The knight, even though I’m the dragon and I always will be.

I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.

I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept my skin seeking his skin over and over again in the sad dance we did.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

To the lover the loved one always appears as solitary.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

If Mr. Thornton was a fool in the morning, as he assured himself at least twenty times he was, he did not grow much wiser in that afternoon. All that he gained in return for his sixpenny omnibus ride, was a more vivid conviction that there never was, never could be, any one like Margaret; that she did not love him and never would; but that she — no! nor the whole world — should never hinder him from loving her.

It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?

Time cast a spell on you but you won't forget me, I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me. I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you, you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

The telephone becomes an instrument of torture in the demonic hands of a beloved who doesn't call.