Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

silence lay steadily | still making my way through her books so I might miss a lot - DM here or @zanyanomaly if you want any specific quotes Joined October 2021

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

beep boop! looks like the bot is officially done now. it's been nice knowing y'all. remember to keep reading and keep creating x

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3 years ago

the little girl was sliding back in her chair, sullenly refusing her milk, while her father frowned and her brother giggled and her mother said calmly, 'She wants her cup of stars.'

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

Beyond this sense,...was the worse, the frightful conviction, of perhaps being in reality no more than Natalie Waite, college girl, daughter to Arnold, and unable to brush away the solidity of this world but forced to deal with it as actual and dreary.

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3 years ago

I'd have to be pretty damn silly to think that people had rights to other people's love; in my life I've earned more love and got less than anyone I know.

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3 years ago

We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.

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3 years ago

I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

Tell me something that only I will ever know, was perhaps what she wanted to ask him, or, What will you remember me by? - or even, Nothing of the least importance has ever belonged to me; can you help?

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

"Fear," the doctor said, "is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway."

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

We were going to the long field which today looked like an ocean, although I had never seen an ocean; the grass was moving in the breeze and the cloud shadows passed back and forth and the trees in the distance moved.

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought: I have let more time go by.

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

Why do people want to talk to each other? I mean, what are the things people always want to find out about other people?

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

She could not remember ever being truly happy in her adult life

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3 years ago

It was not pleasant sitting on the porch after Tony had gone; a spot where two people have been talking, however briefly, is not after that a spot for one person to sit alone.

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

and whatever walked there, walked alone.

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3 years ago

I wish I were the only person in all the world, Natalie thought, with a poignant longing, thinking then that perhaps she was, after all.

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Shirley Jackson Bot @ShirleyQuoteBot

3 years ago

...very lonely and, often, very unhappy, with the poignant misery that comes to lonely people who long to be social and cannot, somehow, step naturally and unselfconsciously into some friendly group

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3 years ago

Without ever wanting to become reserved and shy, she had spent so long alone, with no one to love, that it was difficult for her to talk, even casually, to another person without self-consciousness and an awkward inability to find words.

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3 years ago

Let him be wise, or let me be blind; don't let me, she hoped concretely, don't let me know too surely what he thinks of me.

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3 years ago

I was wondering about my eyes; one of my eyes–-the left–-saw everything golden and yellow and orange, and the other eye saw shades of blue and grey and green