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We melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.
—  Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I am sleepily longing for something…nothing — talking, working, eating, wondering always who am I?
—  Sylvia Plath - from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
She never cried, never uttered a word. Only her eyes spoke. Big, tragic eyes.
—  Jean-Paul Sartre - from No Exit
I hook into my mood and drain it onto the paper.
—  Anne Sexton - from A Self-Portrait In Letters
I call my shadow like a dog. And go.
—  Anna Kamienska - from A Nest of Quiet
Let me not be weak and tell others how I am bleeding internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.
—  Sylvia Plath - from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
You may yearn for the grave, but just try living there.
—  Anna Kamienska - from A Nest of Quiet

By a mad miracle I go intact
—  Sylvia Plath - from Street Song
You shall not take a person in possession. It should rank among the first commandments.
—  Anna Kamienska - from A Nest of Quiet

You can’t know how strong my feelings are. All things of myself I want to share with you. Sometimes it is hard to get through, but I always want to. Despite all my sickness, I have grown.
—  Anne Sexton - from A Self-Portrait In Letters


“Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.
” 


T. S. Eliot - from Burnt Norton 



I am the enemy within.
I am the boss of your dreams.
  Anne Sexton - from Rumpelstiltskin



 

When I woke up this morning, I didn’t have a face. Just a mask of pain.

Anna Kamienska - from A Nestof Quiet

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