If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.
Sylvia PlathThe one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.
Sylvia PlathPiece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved oneโs ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.
Sylvia PlathClouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?
Sylvia Plath