“The long train ride was like traveling through limbo. You weren’t anywhere when you were on a train, she decided. You weren’t where you had been, and you weren’t yet where you were going. You were nowhere. It might be beautiful outside the window-and it was, she had sense enough to realize that-but it wasn’t anywhere to her, just a scene passing by that was framed by the train window.”—Katherine Paterson (via hourglasss)
When you call a girl fat or ugly, it's engraved into her mind. Every insult will stay with her forever, reminding her that she's worthless, disgusting, and unloved. Her mind will be programmed to put herself down, to hate herself and her body. Call her pretty? She'll remember it for a moment. Call her ugly? She'll never forget it. Because she's a slave to the pain that you never even thought about.
“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.”—George Eliot (via acronyms)