Quotes from Gillian Flynn

but it seems like part of your heart can never work if you don't have kids. Like it will always be shut off.

Las Chicas Enrolladas nunca se enfadan; solo sonríen de manera disgustada pero cariñosa y dejan que sus hombres hagan lo que ellos quieran.

I stared back—cows are the few animals that really seem to see you.

Sometimes you need to get lost for a little.

showtime! 6-0-0 the clock said—in my face, first thing

Problemas sempre começam muito antes de você realmente vê-los.

But I felt, for once, decent. Not telling-myself-I-am decent, but just decent.

Para empezar: nunca debería haber nacido.

estaba tan acostumbrado a estar enfadado con ella que casi me parecía algo disfrutable, como mordisquear un padrastro: sabes que deberías parar, que tan poco es tan agradable como te parece, pero no puedes dejar de hacerlo.

I waited patiently—years—for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her. And finally: The important thing is she makes you really happy.

For so many years, my husband has lauded the emotional solidity of midwesterners: stoic, humble, without affectation! But these aren't the kinds of people who provide good memoir material.

Jeez, wait, don't get bent out of shape." But I was born bent out of shape. I could picture myself coming out of the womb crooked and wrong. It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue. I

Republicans go to Sam's Club, Democrats go to Costco.

We could have been day players in an amateur porn flick.

gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesn't really feel as good as you think, but you can't quit grinding away.

He dejado de sentirme real. Siento como si pudiera desaparecer.

As a child, I don't remember ever telling Adora my favorite color, or what I'd like to name my daughter when I grew up. I don't think she ever knew my favorite dish, and I certainly never padded down to her room in the early-morning hours, teary from nightmares. I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. She tended to me. She administrated me.

If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters. And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

Why in God's name do you even want to be with me? I'm boring, average, uninteresting, uninspiring. I'm not up to par. You spent the last few years telling me this.' 'Only because you stopped trying,' I say. 'You were so perfect, with me. We were so perfect when we started, and then you stopped trying. Why would you do that?

My wife was crazy. I was married to a crazy woman. It's every asshole's mantra: I married a psycho bitch. But I got a small, nasty bite of gratification: I really did marry a genuine, bona fide psycho bitch. Nick, meet your wife: the world's foremost mindfucker. I was not as big an asshole as I'd thought. An asshole, yes, but not on a grandiose scale.

teeth coming down on the tip of my

Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely, give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that you love me best.

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?