Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?
Sylvia PlathI like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
Sylvia PlathI do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.
Sylvia PlathI don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.
Sylvia Plath