Belle M

“Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“All night I carpenter
 
A space for the thing I am given,
A love
 
Of two wet eyes and a screech.
White spit 
 
Of indifference!
The dark fruits revolve and fall.
 
The glass cracks across,
The image
 
Flees and aborts like dropped mercury ”
― Sylvia Plath

“We live through myriads of seconds, yet it is always one, just one, that casts our entire inner world into turmoil, the second when (as Stendhal has described it) the internal inflorescence, already steeped in every kind of fluid, condenses and crystallizes—a magical second, like the moment of generation, and like that moment concealed in the warm interior of the individual life, invisible, untouchable, beyond the reach of feeling, a secret experienced alone. No algebra of the mind can calculate it, no alchemy of premonition divine it, and it can seldom perceive itself.”
― Stefan Zweig, Confusion