Whitney

“God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive — nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath