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 PlathTonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady . . . I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others?
Sylvia PlathWhen you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.
Sylvia PlathThis is newness: every little tawdry Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar, Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only you Don't know what to make of the sudden slippiness, The blind, white, awful, inaccessible slant. There's no getting up it by the words you know. No getting up by elephant or wheel or shoe. We have only come to look. You are too new To want the world in a glass hat.
Sylvia Plath