Omneya

“My mother smiled. "I know my baby wasn't like that."
I looked at her. "Like what?"
"Like those awful people. Those awful dead people at that hospital." She paused. "I knew you'd decide to be all right again.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Doctor Nolan had said, quite bluntly, that a lot of people would treat me gingerly, or even avoid me, like a leper with a warning bell. My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Music is the occult metaphysical exercise of a soul not knowing
that it philosophizes.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer

“I do not think I have any uncharitable prejudice against the rattlesnake, still, I should not like to be one.”
― Herman Melville