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“Or was my rage my mother’s? Or her mother’s? Or hers? An inherited creature?”
― Lidia Yuknavitch

“El corazón sangra y se retuerce, y dentro de mí ríe el diablo que sabe convertir todos los dolores en placer.”
― Ramón María del Valle-Inclán, Sonata de Otoño: Memorias del Marqués de Bradomín

“Love seeketh not Itself to please
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.'

So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

'Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.”
― William Blake, Songs of Innocence and Experience

“If I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour.

--from a letter to Aurelia Plath, written c. July 1951”
― Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume I: 1940-1956