Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery - Anne Sexton
142"The futility of it all—.so I broke off; and have indeed been feeling that rather persistently […] I know the feeling now, when I can’t spin a sentence and sit mumbling and turning; and nothing flits by my brain, which is as a blank window. So I shut my studio door and go to bed, stuffing my ears with rubber; and there I lie a day or two. And what leagues I travel in, the time! Such “sensations” spread over my spine and head directly I give them the chance; such an exaggerated tiredness; such anguishes and despairs; and heavenly relief and rest; and then misery again. Never was anyone so tossed up and down by the body as I am, I think. But it is over; and put away…" - Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry
947"I suppose my depression is a form of vanity." - Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry
358"And I do not love my kind. I detest them. I pass them by. I let them break on me like dirty rain drops. No longer can I summon up that energy which, when it sees one of these dry little shapes floating past, or rather stuck on the rock, sweeps round them, steeps them, infuses them, nerves them, and so finally fills them and creates them. Once I had a gift for doing this, and a passion, and it made parties arduous and exciting. So when I wake early now I luxuriate most in a whole day alone; a day of easy natural poses, a little printing; slipping tranquilly off into the deep water of my own thoughts navigating the underworld […]" - Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry
190"It is a general sense of the poetry of existence that overcomes me. I have the sense of the flight of time; and this shores up my emotions." - Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry
384"I am worried about being lazy if happy, worried about being self-deluding if working on anything. So little myself all other identities threaten me. Dreamer forever." - Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
282"I castigate myself so completely. A fury of anger and frustration and self-pity. What a mess I am. Why must I punish myself, or save myself, by pretending I am stupid and can’t feel?" - Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
499"Why should I want it still. What can I do with this want. How can I transfer it to something I can have?" - Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
696"Why did I feel I needed to be punished, to punish myself. Why do I feel now I should be guilty, unhappy: and feel guilty if I am not?" - Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
346"I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I gave. Afraid of having love all unaccepted, left over. Shame at this." - Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
257"I dug up things which hurt and made me cry. Why do I cry with her and only with her?" - Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
366"I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can’t be attacked." - Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
341"I feel that I can float everything off now; & “everything” is rather a crowd & weight & confusion in the mind." - Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated, 23 February 1926 

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574"I’m fundamentally, I think, an outsider. I do my best work and feel most braced with my back to the wall. It’s an odd feeling, though, writing against the current: difficult entirely to disregard the current. Yet of course I shall." - Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry
525""Don’t you want to join us?" I was recently asked by an acquaintance when he ran across me alone after midnight in a coffeehouse that was already almost deserted. "No, I don’t," I said." - Franz Kafka, from Diaries
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