Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.
Sylvia PlathI felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of sceneryโair, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.
Sylvia PlathIt is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.
Sylvia Plath