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“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
― sylvia plath

“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Is there no way out of the mind?”
― Sylvia Plath

“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind."

Sixo”
― Toni Morrison

“Nobody loves the head of a dandelion. Maybe because they are so many, strong, and soon.”
― Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”
― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

“Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved

“As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.”
― Toni Morrison

“He wants to put his story next to hers.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved

“A dream is just a nightmare with lipstick.”
― Toni Morrison

“Black literature is taught as sociology, as tolerance, not as a serious, rigorous art form.”
― Toni Morrison

“Perhaps that's what all human relationships boil down to: Would you save my life? or would you take it?”
― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

“No matter how hard we try to ignore it, the mind always knows truth and wants clarity.”
― Toni Morrison, God Help the Child

“Pain was greedy; it demanded all of her attention.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“They were not holding hands, but their shadows were.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved

“To be alone was my best interest because needing myself was looking for you”
― Nicola An, Soul Song: Poetry and Prose of Awakening to Divine Love

“A true soul mate is one who grows your capacity to love.”
― Sonia Choquette, Diary of a Psychic: Shattering the Myths

“Never get so attached to a poem
You forget truth that lacks lyricism”
― Joanna Newsom

“And I regret, I regret
how I said to you,
Honey, just open your heart,
when I've got trouble
even opening a honey jar.
And that, right there, is where we are.”
― Joanna Newsom

“I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight
No I was all horns and thorns sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright.”
― Joanna Newsom