the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.
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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I know the horror of primal feelings, obsessions.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — 29th September 1959
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So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Learn how the leaves grow on the trees. Open your eyes. The thin new moon is on its back over the green Cities' Service cloverleaf and the lit brick hills of Watertown, God's luminous fingernail, a shut angel's eyelid. Learn how the moon goes down in the night frost before Christmas. Open your nostrils. Smell snow. Let life happen.
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“I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.”
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“To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
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