“Like all young reporters – brilliant or hopelessly incompetent – I dreamed of the glamorous life of the foreign correspondent: prowling Vienna in a Burberry trench coat, speaking a dozen languages to dangerous women, narrowly escaping Sardinian bandits – the usual stuff that newspaper dreams are made of.”
– Russell Baker
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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"
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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Something in me wants more. I can't rest.
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”
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"but there is something that happens when you are told you are too much. you begin to ask everyone, "how small would you like me?""
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Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″
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Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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to say i miss you doesn't even begin to capture the despair your absence has brought me.
— mae s. (journal entry to the one i still love)
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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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“To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”
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