Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.
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.
Sylvia PlathNothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I donโt want to die.
Sylvia Plath