I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.
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I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.

By Sylvia Plath

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.

By Sylvia Plath

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.

By Sylvia Plath

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,

By Sylvia Plath

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

By Sylvia Plath

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

By Sylvia Plath

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

By Sylvia Plath

There was a beautiful time...

By Sylvia Plath
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