There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.
Sylvia PlathCan you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?
Sylvia PlathI am still so naรฏve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, donโt ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Sylvia PlathThere is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.
Sylvia Plath