Stevie Smith Quotes

Sometimes I feel like there are just too many things weighing on my mind at once, and I can't control my thoughts or even my body at times.

I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic..." Take me away from here, take me away from here.

Yesterday he told me he thought I would have to pretend to be weak, but he was wrong. I am weak already. I brace myself against the wall and press my forehead to my hands. It’s difficult to take deep breaths, so I take short, shallow ones. I can’t let this happen. They attacked me to make me feel weak. I can pretend they succeeded to protect myself, but I can’t let it become true.

Once you know how completely and suddenly the earth can open up at your feet and the worst can happen, it also, paradoxically, leaves you more afraid of everything else.

When someone would come up to me in the street, I would either run away or burst into tears. I didn't know what to do. I don't think you're ever prepared for this.

I know what it is like to feel vulnerable and fearful during a difficult time.

I don't know how to be hurt.

I've lost a lot of control in my life.

When you're 13 or 14, sometimes you wake up in a bad place. You feel like everything's out of your control. You don't know what to do.

I've had more than 200 stitches taken in my head.

If you were a child and every time your relatives had a few drinks, they'd be running after you with scary faces and big hands to pull you back to sing Don't Cry For Me Argentina, you wouldn't like singing either.

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.

Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.

I feel I am a child that's lost its mother. I feel like a calf whose mother has gone off to slaughter.

I was so awash in sensory overload that I was caught completely unaware when he did push me away

I am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires: my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my bed obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures. Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders?

That's the thing about being a victim; you start to think it'll happen to you on a regular basis. It's living with the reality of your own vulnerability, and it sucks.

It is an appalling thing to feel all one possesses drain away.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

I stand there, feeling broken and small, thousands of eyes trained on me.

You seemed so desperate, like you might drown if someone didn't save you.

I dislike helplessness in other people and in myself, and this is by far my greatest fear of illness.

The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.

It's terrifying. It's so scary, because you get used to being around the crew and being friendly with everyone and then suddenly, at a certain point, everything switches and you're the one standing behind the lights and nobody's going to help you. And that can be really difficult sometimes.