Attics Quote by Gustave Flaubert

“But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows,…

— Gustave Flaubert

“But she—her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web…

— Gustave Flaubert

Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

— Gustave Flaubert

“For where belief dwells, the spider may not stir, neither by day nor by night.”

— Jeremias Gotthelf

“With what characters she had filled this lost stage of emptiness! It was here that she would see the people of her imagination, the…

— Mervyn Peake

“Shivering, she would lie awake imagining her veins sluggish with frozen blood, ice crystals weaving a coral-like shining net around her heart. Her dreams…

— Cassandra Clare

“She wanted to live lightly on the earth, in harmony with its rhythms, all her senses keen and her mind alive and her spirit…

— Scott Russell Sanders

“She was carrying with her, the cold. She was holding on to that icy stone of grief. It had been there all along, sitting…

— Kali Wallace

“She slept but a few hours. They were troubled and feverish hours, disturbed with dreams that were intangible, that eluded her, leaving only an…

— Kate Chopin

“It was as if you could see into the sky, through it's layers and into it's core. Layers of stars, translucent blanket upon blanket.…

— Deborah Rodriguez

“She was afraid, too, frightened of what she found herself becoming. She felt that she was transforming into a malevolent black spider, hunched back…

— Laura Kinsale

“She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that had become so frequent at the house, silences…

— Khaled Hosseini