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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𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: Drank wine. Tears in her eyes. END ID]
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Audrey Hepburn on the set of Love in the Afternoon at the Studios de Boulogne in Paris, France. August 20, 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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The moon pours a stream of glitter / Into the depths of my soul.
Juan Ramón Jiménez, from “Nocturne,” Diary of a Newlywed Poet