63 Quotes by Maddy Kobar

Fiction is a blessing to those of us who suffer from mental illness; I'm sure many would agree. To be able to escape into the minds and hearts of other people, is such a uniquely thrilling experience, that everyone should indulge in this freedom as often as possible. It will not only expand your mind in what is possible, but your heart as well, growing empathy for those who live lives so different from your own.

She'd see that I loved her in that way I had thought I had loved all the girls before her; openly, desperately hoping for my affections returned with the same warmth and passion. That's how I lost them all, I had wanted far too much.

If Grandmother were still here, this trip wouldn't have been the disappointment I felt it was. She would have known what I needed. She had raised six children, with the help of the servants, mind you, but still, six children. I had two girls now; I couldn't imagine any more. Grandmother's strength and wisdom were undefeatable in an age that had taxed women in so many ways; I couldn't even begin to imagine how many.

Just because I am queer doesn't mean I am queer for you

Claude can't understand but his attempts to comfort me are endearing as they are frustrating. He is too kind to be reprimanded. He could have scolded me; many husbands in his place would have. For some reason, this gentle dove of a man will do no such thing. Instead, he pulls me into a protective embrace.

I had the idea that married couples should be in love, though I doubted that either of Father's wives had loved him. There had been more romance between Uncle Alexander and Leonard. Considering how content they both were, with each other and in life, I'd consider myself an extremely lucky man if I ever were as happy as they had been when they were together.

We are trapped by convention and must marry another.Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.So in the shadows we remain.

It warps reality with its unseen hold:The colors of your world are drained out,Bled from your mind untilAll you have left is an ashy, unending gray.You are unable to see beauty any more,It killed all that was beautifulAnd left you to flounder in the ugly abandon.

Father didn't want to seem weak in front of us and that itself was a weakness.