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“I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which she will spend lifetime trying to learn and understand.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“You defy questions;
You defy other godhood.
I walk dry on your kingdom's border,
Exiled to no good.”
― Sylvia Plath

“What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I am myself. That is not enough.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“It never occurred to me to say no.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Compared with me, a tree is immortal.”
― Sylvia Plath

“I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I wait and ache.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“The first and final thing you have to do in this world is to last it and not be smashed by it.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“the Darwinian world of nature, however, which they claim is the only one, there can be no such things as rights, either for humans or for animals, but only the struggle for survival in which we have no more significance than ants or wasps.”
― C.R. Hallpike, Do We Need God to Be Good?

“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”
― Clementine von Radics