― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
‘Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.’
Clementine, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
‘It seemed to me an error in reasoning for a man to isolate a woman he loves from all the circumstances in which he met her and in which she lives, to try, with dogged inner concentration, to purify her of everything that is not her self, which is to say also of the story that they lived through together and that gives their love its shape.
After all, what I love in a woman is not what she is in and for herself, but the side of herself she turns toward me, what she is for me. I love her as a character in our common love story’
Milan Kundera, The Joke
‘I can't do this, I can't just be a wife. I don't understand how anyone does it - there is literally nothing to do but wait. Wait for a man to come home and love you. Either that or look around for something to distract you.’
Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train
‘I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.’
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath