Women who survive the hate of men are named harlot, witch, Jezebel […] In a different century, they’d have burned me.
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
— Troy (2004)
I heard
a dark prediction
rising in my own body.
— Louise Glück, excerpt of
Saint Joan (via
antigonick)
I was both the creature who despairs and the God who has always saved him since the beginning of time.