I deserve Paris and pampering.
Sylvia Plath in a letter to Aurelia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume 1: 1940-1956 (March 18, 1956)
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I deserve Paris and pampering.
Sylvia Plath in a letter to Aurelia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume 1: 1940-1956 (March 18, 1956)
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I don't know how it happens, but the days slip by in such a delightfully quiet way that we forget to count them. Every Sunday I write in my Diary: oh, Sundays. Everyone looks so angelic and peaceful… warm weather, a pale sky, quiet trees, quiet people.
Anaïs Nin in a diary entry dated 22 July 1920, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920-1923
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