Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?
Sylvia PlathNow I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.
Sylvia PlathBut I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that somedayโat college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhereโthe bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?
Sylvia Plath