180 Quotes by Sarah Waters

She supposed that houses, after all - like the lives that were lived in them - were mostly made of space. It was the spaces, in fact, which counted, rather than the bricks.

The bad blood rose in me, just like wine.

Weep all the artful tears you like. You shall never make my hard heart the softer.

What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

We have a name for your disease. We call it a hyper-aesthetic one. You have been encouraged to over-indulge yourself in literature; and have inflamed your organs of fancy.

..this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

There is no patience so terrible as that of the deranged.

I'll burn myself, or I'll cut myself. For a burn or a cut might be shown, might be nursed, might scar or heal, would be a miserable kind of emblem; would anyway be there, on the surface of her body, rather than corroding it from within. Now the thought came to her again, that she might scar herself in some way. It came, like the solution to a problem: I won't be doing it like some hysterical girl. I won't be hoping she'll come catch me at it. It won't be like lying on the sitting-room floor. I'll be doing it for myself, as a secret.