I have the one person I could ever love in this world. Now I must work to be a person worthy of that.
Sylvia PlathAnd if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.
Sylvia PlathA fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.
Sylvia PlathOn the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery rhymes, summing up moments of the mind like the chant of a broken record: god is dead, god is dead. going, going, going. and the pure bliss of this, the erotic rocking of the coach. France splits open like a ripe fig in the mind; we are raping the land, we are not stopping.
Sylvia Plath