Anna

“And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time―
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one grey toe
Big as a Frisco seal”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History