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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #2
    Madeline Miller
    “I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.
    The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
    sylvia plath

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my lids and all is born again.
    (I think I made you up inside my head.)”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #10
    Sylvia Plath
    “Is there no way out of the mind?”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #11
    Sylvia Plath
    “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 Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #12
    Sylvia Plath
    “I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #13
    Sylvia Plath
    “I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “Dying
    Is an art, like everything else.
    I do it exceptionally well.
    I do it so it feels like hell.
    I do it so it feels real.
    I guess you could say I have a call.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel

  • #15
    John Steinbeck
    “As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.”
    John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

  • #16
    Franz Kafka
    “The meaning of life is that it ends.”
    Frank Kafka

  • #17
    Franz Kafka
    “Nothing, nothing,
    the whole long day, nothing.”
    Frank Kafka

  • #18
    “It's true that you're under arrest, but that shouldn't stop you from carrying out your job. And there shouldn't be anything to stop you carrying on with your usual life."

    "In that case it's not too bad, being under arrest," said K.”
    Frank Kafka, The Trial

  • #19
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #20
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #21
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #22
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “But how could you live and have no story to tell?”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #23
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

  • #24
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #25
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “To love someone means to see them as God intended them.”
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky

  • #26
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #27
    Madeline Miller
    “We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #28
    Madeline Miller
    “I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #29
    Madeline Miller
    “I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #30
    Ottessa Moshfegh
    “I did crave attention, but I refused to humiliate myself by asking for it.”
    Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation



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