And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments.
Sylvia PlathIf you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
Sylvia PlathEvery woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.
Sylvia Plath..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sylvia Plath