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And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

Leaves of Grass
The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

Leaves of Grass
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?

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.

The Journals of Sylvia Plath
I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

The Book of Disquiet
Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

The Book of Disquiet
One half of my life has put the other half in the grave
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