I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You can not protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
So I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
10 July 1952, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
People are prettiest when they talk about something they really love with passion in their eyes.
Remember where you came from, where you’re going, and why you created this mess you got yourself into in the first place.
RICHARD BACH, ILLUSIONS