Quotes From "The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls" By Emilie Autumn

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I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow. Emilie Autumn
I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I...
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I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me... Emilie Autumn
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for;...
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It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill. Emilie Autumn
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It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind? Emilie Autumn
It is this, not the spirits, that frightens us; shall...
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It is this, not the spirits, that frightens us; shall we never be free, even after we die? Emilie Autumn
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History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever. Emilie Autumn
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You, " he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain. Emilie Autumn
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Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know. Emilie Autumn
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Revenge itself may indeed be the best revenge, but slaying one's enemy does not give back what they stole. Emilie Autumn
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I feel as though, if I were to extend my hand just a little toward the pool where the ideas ferment, I could grab at the idea and pull it out of the pool and onto the floor where ideas must stand before the jury of the brain. There, it must present itself, still from the pool, and a bit shivery because new ideas are not given a towel to dry off with, towels being reserved for proven theories; new ideas are simply pulled and stood up, and asked to explain themselves - not a very pleasant thing really, which is why so many people go into the room where the pool is. The exercise is exhausting not to mention a bit difficult to watch, if you are at all a sympathetic creature. What was my idea, anyways?. Emilie Autumn
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Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people's reaction to my trying to commit suicide. Emilie Autumn
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What's the big fucking deal? Lots of amazing people have committed suicide, and they turned out alright. Emilie Autumn
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Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em. Emilie Autumn
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I can explain myself: If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. I’m not joking. You’ve been told to look both ways before crossing the street, and the sidewalk is your friend, right? Wrong. I’ve spent years walking sidewalks at night. I’ve looked around me when it was dark, when there were men following me, creeping out of alleyways, attempting to goad me into speaking to them and shouting obscenities at me when I wouldn’t, and I suddenly realised that the only place left to go was the middle of street. But why would I risk it? Because the odds are in my favour. In the States, someone is killed in a car accident on average every 12.5 minutes, while someone is raped on average every 2.5 minutes. Even when factoring in that, one, I am generously including ALL car-related accidents and not just those involving accidents, and two, that the vast majorities of rapes still go unreported […] And, thus, this is now the way I live my life: out in the open, in the middle of everything, because the middle of the street is actually the safest place to walk. Emilie Autumn