I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.
Sylvia Ashton-Warner... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.
Sylvia Ashton-WarnerAs the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.
Sylvia Ashton-WarnerHow much of my true self I camouflage and choke in order to commend myself to him, denying the fullness of me. How often have I paraded sweetness and interest when I felt otherwise; pretended to take careful leave of him on many an occasion when I would rather have walked right out. How I've toned myself down, diluted myself to maintain his approval.
Sylvia Ashton-Warner