Frases de Gillian Flynn

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“Não me sinto uma pessoa: sou algo a ser carregado e descarregado, como um sofá ou um cuco.”

“Uma criança criada com veneno considera dor um consolo.”

“Não sou do tipo de repórter que se delicia ao entrar na intimidade das pessoas. Provavelmente é por isso que sou uma jornalista de segunda. Uma delas, pelo menos.”

“Uma cidade tão sufocante e pequena que todos os dias você esbarrava em pessoas que odiava. Pessoas que sabiam coisas sobre você. É o tipo de lugar que deixa marcas.”

“Todo mundo tem um momento em que a vida sai dos trilhos.”

“E pensei: o amor faz você querer ser um homem melhor - certo, certo. Mas talvez amor, amor de verdade, também lhe de a permissão para ser apenas o homem que é.”

“O sono é como um gato: ele só vem quando você o ignora.”

“Partia do princípio de que tudo de mau no mundo podia acontecer, porque tudo o que havia de mau no mundo já tinha acontecido. Mas, verdade seja dita, não eram ínfimas as hipóteses de me acontecer alguma coisa de mal depois de tudo o que já passara na vida? Não estava eu, Libby Day, a salvo?”

“Eu esperava por grandes painéis de carvalho, um vidro na porta — com Chefe “escrito” —, para que os focas pudessem nos ver discutindo a liberdade de imprensa. O escritório de Curry é sem graça e institucional, como o resto do prédio. Você poderia debater jornalismo ou fazer um papanicolau. Ninguém ligaria.”

“… gosto de regras que fazem sentido, não de regras sem lógica.”

“Sinto como se uma rajada de vento quente pudesse soprar em minha direção e me fazer desaparecer para sempre, nenhuma ponta de unha deixada para trás. Alguns dias acho essa ideia reconfortante; em outros, ela me dá arrepios.”

“There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.”

“Safer to be feared than loved.”

“Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you? So that's how the hating first began. I've thought about this a lot, and that's where it started, I think.”

“There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child - you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even allowed to die.”

“… and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.”

“I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.”

“I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.”

“All this time I'd thought we were strangers, and it turned out we knew each other intuitively, in our bones, in our blood. It was kind of romantic. Catastrophically romantic.”

“To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.”

“He did apologize profusely. (Does anyone do anything profusely except apologize? Sweat, I guess.)”

“Most beautiful, good things were done by women people scorn.”

“He could cheat on me and he would never tell me, and he would think less and less of me for not figuring it out. He would see me across the breakfast table, innocently slurping cereal, and know that I am a fool, and how can anyone respect a fool?”

“It is a do-it-yourself era: health care, real estate, police investigation. Go online and f*ing figure it out for yourself because everyone’s overworked and understaffed.”

“They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.”

“My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.”

“There was nothing I wanted to do more than be unconscious again, wrapped in black, gone away. I was raw. I felt swollen with potential tears, like a water balloon filled to burst. Begging for a pin prick.”

“I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.”

“People want to believe they know other people. Parents want to believe they know their kids. Wives want to believe they know their husbands.”

“He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.”

“I felt something loosen in me, that shouldn't have loosened. A stitch come undone.”

“It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.”

“It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.”

“Like walking through a door. Our relationship immediately attained a sepia tone: the past.”

“I am a great husband because I am very afraid she may kill me.”

“Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.”

“To be kissed on the lips by your husband is the most decadent thing.”

“I was told love should be unconditional. That's the rule, everyone says so. But if love has no boundaries, no limits, no conditions, why should anyone try to do the right thing ever? If I know I am loved no matter what, where is the challenge?”

“I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.”

“Coffee goes great with sudden death.”