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“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“What do you have in mind after you graduate?"

What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate
school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a professor and write
books of poems or write books of poems and be an editor of some sort. Usually I had
these plans on the tip of my tongue.

"I don't really know," I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Sylvia: Stay right where you are.
The Doctor: You can't come with me.
Wilfred: Well you're not leaving me with her.
Sylvia: Dad!
The Doctor: Fair enough.
Sylvia yelling at the TARDIS: Come back here! Come back here, I said! Come back!
Donna: Are you shouting at thin air?
Sylvia: Yes. Possibly. Yes.

-Doctor Who”
― Russell T Davies

“The eyes and the faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.”
― Sylvia Plath

“But between the busy heads and over-reaching arms he could see Charley and Sylvia, sitting close together, talking and listening more than eating. She was in a new strange state of happiness not to be reasoned about, or accounted for, but in a state of more exquisite feeling than she had ever experienced before;”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties—leaning against a hope—a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its weight. There was not a sign of Sylvia’s liking for him to be gathered from the most careful recollection of the past evening. It was of no use thinking there was. It was better to give it up altogether and at once. But what if he could not? What if the thought of her was bound up with his life; and that once torn out by his own free will, the very roots of his heart must come also?”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Sylvia's Lovers

“Writers are not nice people. We can't be.”
― Jo Walton, Or What You Will

“DeÄŸiÅŸebilirim,yusyuvarlak bir boÅŸluÄŸa sığabilmek için köşelerimi törpüleyebilirim.Tanrım,umarım kendimi bu ÅŸekilde katletmek zorunda kalmam”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath