Louis

“The box is only temporary.”
― Sylvia Plath

“Don't let the wicked city get you down.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

--from "Pursuit", written 1956”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost