I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig tree.
— The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
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18th May — 6 notes ❤
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17th May — 1 note ❤
I did not understand this idea of equality. There was rank even amongst slaves; it was the nature of men.
— Eon by Alison Goodman
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16th May — 4 notes ❤
I thought a spectacular change would come over me the day I crossed the boundary line.
— The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
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15th May — 6 notes ❤
I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like the date on a tombstone.
— The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
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28th March — 9 notes ❤
I think back to my dream of the boy, because in it I find solace. I like that word. I’m going to make it my word of the year. There is just something about that boy that makes me feel like I belong.
— Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta
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27th March — 10 notes ❤
And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you’re watching someone die. But there’s a joy and an abundance of everything, like information and laughter and summer weather and so many stories.
— Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta
