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Alex Michaelides

  • Emmahas quoted2 years ago
    I mustn’t put strangeness where there’s nothing. I think that is the danger of keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything, you are on the lookout, and you continually stretch the truth.
  • anjalibagul03has quotedlast year
    The aim of therapy is not to correct the past, but to enable the patient to confront his own history, and to grieve over it.

    —ALICE MILLER
  • Achilleshas quotedlast year
    He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may

    convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret.

    If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips;

    betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.

    —SIGMUND FREUD, Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis
  • Achilleshas quotedlast year
    painting was a self-portrait. She titled it in the bottom left-hand corner of the canvas, in light blue Greek lettering.

    One word:

    Alcestis.
  • Achilleshas quoted5 months ago
    Once you name something, it stops you seeing the whole of it, or why it matters. You focus on the word, which is just the tiniest part, really,
  • Achilleshas quoted5 months ago
    but he noticed—of course he did, he notices everything.
  • juanmanuelliehas quoted8 days ago
    I didn’t know it then, but it was too late—I had internalized my father, introjected him, buried him deep in my unconscious. No matter how far I ran, I carried him with me wherever I went. I was pursued by an infernal, relentless chorus of furies, all with his voice—shrieking that I was worthless, shameful, a failure.
  • juanmanuelliehas quoted8 days ago
    It was cold in my room, and my fingers were numb and clumsy as I tore open the packets. It took an immense effort to swallow all the tablets. But I forced them all down, pill after bitter pill. Then I crawled onto my uncomfortable narrow bed. I shut my eyes and waited for death.
  • juanmanuelliehas quoted8 days ago
    It’s odd how quickly one adapts to the strange new world of a psychiatric unit. You become increasingly comfortable with madness—and not just the madness of others, but your own. We’re all crazy, I believe, just in different ways.
  • juanmanuelliehas quoted7 days ago
    Murderous rage, homicidal rage, is not born in the present. It originates in the land before memory, in the world of early childhood, with abuse and mistreatment, which builds up a charge over the years, until it explodes—often at the wrong target.
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