Sylvia Plath

Born: October 27, 1932

Die: February 11, 1963

Occupation: Poet

Quotes of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

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I am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.

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I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

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I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness.

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Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

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There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose...

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...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

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Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

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If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?

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Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.

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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

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The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

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The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

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I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.

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Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

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I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

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As I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stillness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it.

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I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.

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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel...

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Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.

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In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of the car because the lights terrify me, and under the dark blind death of wheels I will be safe. I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not...

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Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

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I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.

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I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.

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She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

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The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.

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I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.

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Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself.

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Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master.

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With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.

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I woke to the sound of rain.

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The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.

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How we need another soul to cling to.

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Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

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O love, how did you get here? --Nick and the Candlestick

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Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

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We stayed at home to write, to consolidate our outstretched selves.

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Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

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I am made, crudely, for success.

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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

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I feel self-repressed again. The old fall disease. Where is my willpower? The idea of a life gets in the way of my life...I dream too much, work too little.

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When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

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This seemed a dreary and wasted life for a girl with fifteen years of straight A's, but I knew that's what marriage was like, because cook and clean and wash was just what Buddy Willard's mother did from...

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The box is only temporary.

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I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and say, 'Ah!' in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't, and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as if I...

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They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

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A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.

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People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

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There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart - It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge, For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece...

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I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling.

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Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

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I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.

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I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for...

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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

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I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.

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The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.

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Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

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I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

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No day is safe from news of you.

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I used to pray to recover you.

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Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.

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At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.

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Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

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Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.

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I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

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Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very...

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I didn't know shorthand either. This meant I couldn't get a good job after college. My mother kept telling me nobody wanted a plain English major. But an English major who knew shorthand would be something...

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Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

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Why honey, don't you want to get dressed?" My mother took care never to tell me to do anything. She would only reason with me sweetly, like one intelligent, mature person with another. It's almost three...

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I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.

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At this rate, I'd be lucky if I wrote a page a day. Then I knew what the problem was. I needed experience. How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die?...

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It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.

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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.

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The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

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I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant...

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I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

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Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?

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I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set...

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I knew chemistry would be worse, because I'd seen a big card of the ninety-odd elements hung up in the chemistry lab, and all the perfectly good words like gold and silver and cobalt and aluminum were...

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Is anyone anywhere happy?

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The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare...

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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 give.

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A bad dream.To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.A bad dream.I remembered everything.I remembered the cadavers and Doreen and the story of...

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I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can

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On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery rhymes, summing up moments of the mind like the chant...

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I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot...

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I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

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Joy:show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful.

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I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

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I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.

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I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow...

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What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.

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Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

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The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

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The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.

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I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

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Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

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There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

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Is there no way out of the mind?

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

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How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

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But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

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I am too pure for you or anyone.

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I talk to God but the sky is empty.

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The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

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Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.

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I collect men with interesting names.

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I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.

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I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending...

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What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

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With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge...

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The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

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Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.

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A psychiatrist is the god of our age. But they cost money.

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The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality.

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So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

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I’ll never speak to God again.

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I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

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Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.

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You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.

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Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance.

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This is newness: every little tawdry Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar, Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only you Don't know what to make of the sudden slippiness, The blind, white, awful,...

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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small...

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The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

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The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.

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I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.

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Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?

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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log...

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Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

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After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.

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There is no life higher than the grasstops

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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

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I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.

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What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

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My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

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All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

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Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream

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So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead...

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What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.

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Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over...

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It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any...

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But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under...

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Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady . . . I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual....

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Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial...

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Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark...

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The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

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..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar...

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I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful.

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God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom...

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I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

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I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

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They would grow old. They would forget me.

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Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

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I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.

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Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.

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I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

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I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved...

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I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes...

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We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate.

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I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.

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I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls.

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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.

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If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.

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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

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The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.

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It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

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When I was nineteen, pureness was the great issue. Instead of the world being divided up into Catholics and Protestants or Republicans and Democrats or white men and black men or even men and women, I...

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Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

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Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.

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We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

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Everything in life is writable...

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I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism...

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Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy & peaceful.

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What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

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From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and...

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I had always imagined myself hitching up on to my elbows on the delivery table after it was all over - dead white, of course, with no makeup and from the awful ordeal, but smiling and radiant, with my...

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I’d discovered, after a lot of extreme apprehension about what spoons to use, that if you do something incorrect at table with a certain arrogance, as if you knew perfectly well you were doing it properly,...

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What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.

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Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And...

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So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen...

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I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

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But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?

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I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.

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God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?

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A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.

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But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.

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I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

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How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my...

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…'It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told...

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I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.

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The future is what matters — because one never reaches it, but always stays in the present — like the White Queen who had to run like the wind to remain in the same spot.

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And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.

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…beating time along the edge of thought.

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Perhaps, perhaps this would be the one to pull me out of my plunge.

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No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter 'Did you have a nice vacation?' 'Oh, yes, and you?' I'll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.

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I can't deceive myself that out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are alone in...

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Sylvia Plath

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

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Sylvia Plath

And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. Of the millions, I, too, was potentially everything at birth. I, too, was stunted, narrowed,...

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Sylvia Plath

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love, Gossips late and soon, And I wear the wry-faced pucker...

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Sylvia Plath

The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon...

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Sylvia Plath

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

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Sylvia Plath

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

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Sylvia Plath

You ask me why I spend my life writing? Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwhile? Above all, does it pay? If not, then, is there a reason?... I write only because there is a voice within me. That will...

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Sylvia Plath

I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.

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Sylvia Plath

The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.

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Sylvia Plath

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

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Sylvia Plath

Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve,...

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Sylvia Plath

But I am I now; and so many other millions are so irretrievably their own special variety of 'I' that I can hardly bear to think of it. I: how firm a letter; how reassuring the three strokes: one vertical,...

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Sylvia Plath

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

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Sylvia Plath

…* to learn that money makes life smooth in some ways, and to feel how tight and threadbare life is if you have too little. * to despise money, which is a farce, mere paper, and to hate what you have...

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Sylvia Plath

…* to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pieces in me somehow, be it by painting or writing. * to know that millions of others are unhappy and that life is a gentleman's...

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Sylvia Plath

So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness to your delicately flat little bosom. You...

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Sylvia Plath

Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life...

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Sylvia Plath

It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to...

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Sylvia Plath

I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists

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Sylvia Plath

To look at her, you might not guess that inside she is laughing and crying, at her own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which she will spend lifetime trying to...

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Sylvia Plath

I think I made you up inside my head.

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Sylvia Plath

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

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Sylvia Plath

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.

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Sylvia Plath

Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God

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Sylvia Plath

I dream too much, work too little.

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Sylvia Plath

A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.

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Sylvia Plath

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

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Sylvia Plath

Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone....

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Sylvia Plath

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

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Sylvia Plath

I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.

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Sylvia Plath

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

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Sylvia Plath

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do. A lifetime is not long enough. Nor youth to old age long enough. Immortality and permanence be damned. Sure I want them, but they are nonexistent, and...

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Sylvia Plath

To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.

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Sylvia Plath

Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong, mistaken, or a poor craftsman, or just ignorant - but this...

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Sylvia Plath

You know what lies are for.

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Sylvia Plath

When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tup and seeing the redness flower from...

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Sylvia Plath

It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)

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Sylvia Plath

God, if ever I have come close to wanting to commit suicide, it is now, with the groggy sleepless blood dragging through my veins, and the air thick and gray with rain ... I fell into bed again this morning,...

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Sylvia Plath

The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the...

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Sylvia Plath

The body is amazingly stubborn when it comes to sacrificing itself to the annihilating directions of the mind.

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Sylvia Plath

Last year a friend went dark in a nervous city alone, the sea flashing against his glasses, the sea sorted out at last in his inner ear so he could leave this world as he'd entered it through the undependable...

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Sylvia Plath

Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

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Sylvia Plath

I guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

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Sylvia Plath

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.

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Sylvia Plath

I must learn more about these people―try to understand them, put myself in their place. No, instead I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is.

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Sylvia Plath

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out....

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Sylvia Plath

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.

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Sylvia Plath

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.

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Sylvia Plath

If there's anything I look down on, it's a man in a blue outfit.

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Sylvia Plath

The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every...

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Sylvia Plath

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body,...

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Sylvia Plath

Please let him come, and give me the resilience & guts to make him respect me, be interested, and not to throw myself at him with loudness or hysterical yelling; calmly, gently, easy baby easy. He...

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Sylvia Plath

Tomorrow I will curse the dawn, but there will be other, earlier nights, and the dawns will be no longer hell laid out in alarms and raw bells and sirens.

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Sylvia Plath

You have lost all delight in life. Ahead is a large array of blind alleys. You are half-deliberately, half-desperately cutting off your grip on creative life. You are becoming a neuter machine. You cannot...

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Sylvia Plath

Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it. It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what I was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting...

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Sylvia Plath

... I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb ...

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Sylvia Plath

... you looked around and saw everybody either married or busy and happy and thinking and being creative, and you felt scared, sick, lethargic, worst of all, not wanting to cope. You saw visions of yourself...

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Sylvia Plath

A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.

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Sylvia Plath

Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.

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Sylvia Plath

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

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Sylvia Plath

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

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Sylvia Plath

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.

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Sylvia Plath

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

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Sylvia Plath

I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.

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Sylvia Plath

Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy...

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Sylvia Plath

It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible...

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Sylvia Plath

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

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Sylvia Plath

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.

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Sylvia Plath

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

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Sylvia Plath

I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn't need food, she is one of...

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Sylvia Plath

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?

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Sylvia Plath

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.

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Sylvia Plath

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.

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Sylvia Plath

I began to see why woman-haters could make such fools of women. Woman-haters were like gods: invulnerable and chock full of power. They descended, and then they disappeared. You could never catch one.

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Sylvia Plath

I am what I feel and think and do.

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Sylvia Plath

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

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Sylvia Plath

Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid. I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

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Sylvia Plath

I wondered what I thought I was burying.

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Sylvia Plath

Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones....

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Sylvia Plath

In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in...

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Sylvia Plath

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

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Sylvia Plath

I think I may well be a Jew.

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Sylvia Plath

Your room is not your prison. You are.

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Sylvia Plath

Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.

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Sylvia Plath

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

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Sylvia Plath

I like people too much or not at all.

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Sylvia Plath

I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still

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Sylvia Plath

I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who...

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Sylvia Plath

I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.

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Sylvia Plath

Strange, when one thinks of all the other boys, infinite experimental kisses, test tube infatuations, crushes, pseudo-loves. All through this physical separation, through the testing and the trying of...

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Sylvia Plath

The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the past.

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Sylvia Plath

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

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Sylvia Plath

You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you.

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Sylvia Plath

I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow.

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Sylvia Plath

Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals...

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Sylvia Plath

I had decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover.

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Sylvia Plath

I do not fear it: I have been there.

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Sylvia Plath

I hadn't, at the last moment, felt like washing off the two diagonal lines of dried blood that marked my cheeks. They seemed touching, and rather spectacular, and I thought I would carry them around with...

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Sylvia Plath

If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.

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Sylvia Plath

Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour...

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Sylvia Plath

I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a famous writer Constantin might find me interesting enough to sleep with. And then I wondered...

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Sylvia Plath

The lawn was white with doctors

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Sylvia Plath

I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off

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Sylvia Plath

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

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Sylvia Plath

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

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Sylvia Plath

Character is fate.

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Sylvia Plath

Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.

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Sylvia Plath

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

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Sylvia Plath

There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.

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Sylvia Plath

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

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Sylvia Plath

I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after...

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Sylvia Plath

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

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Sylvia Plath

I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been "analyzed." Instead, all I could see were question marks.

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Sylvia Plath

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.

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Sylvia Plath

Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?

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Sylvia Plath

I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

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Sylvia Plath

If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.

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Sylvia Plath

Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.

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Sylvia Plath

The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering...

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Sylvia Plath

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

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Sylvia Plath

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

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Sylvia Plath

I collected men with interesting names. I already knew a Socrates. He was tall and ugly and intellectual and the son of some big Greek movie producer in Hollywood, but also a Catholic, which ruined it...

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Sylvia Plath

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

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Sylvia Plath

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

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Sylvia Plath

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

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Sylvia Plath

What did my arms do before they held you?

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Sylvia Plath

The day I went into physics class it was death.

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Sylvia Plath

Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.

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Sylvia Plath

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

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Sylvia Plath

Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what...

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Sylvia Plath

I think I am mad sometimes.

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Sylvia Plath

If you have no past or no future, which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide. But the cold reasoning mass of...

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Sylvia Plath

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

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Sylvia Plath

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.

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Sylvia Plath

It never occurred to me to say no.

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Sylvia Plath

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and...

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Sylvia Plath

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

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Sylvia Plath

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...

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Sylvia Plath

That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in...

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Sylvia Plath

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

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Sylvia Plath

I am myself. That is not enough.

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Sylvia Plath

I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this...

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Sylvia Plath

I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.

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Sylvia Plath

And what is happy? It is a going always on. There is something better to be done than I have done, and spurred by the fair delusion of progress, I will seek to progress, to whip myself on, to more and...

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Sylvia Plath

Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.

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Sylvia Plath

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

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Sylvia Plath

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

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Sylvia Plath

because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

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Sylvia Plath

I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to...

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Sylvia Plath

I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and...

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Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.

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Sylvia Plath

Perhaps you considered yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from your throat. I am none the wiser.

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Sylvia Plath

Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.

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Sylvia Plath

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

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Sylvia Plath

It won't happen yet, Ellen mused, mashing cooked carrots for Jill's lunch. Breakups seldom do. It will unfold slowly, one little tell-tale symptom after another like some awful, hellish flower.

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Sylvia Plath

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

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Sylvia Plath

Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

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Sylvia Plath

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

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Sylvia Plath

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.

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Sylvia Plath

You smile. No, it is not fatal.

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Sylvia Plath

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.

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Sylvia Plath

I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.

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Sylvia Plath

What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam.

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Sylvia Plath

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.

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Sylvia Plath

One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up her drawers and closets for the night. In the dark she had made a loop and tried to pull...

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Sylvia Plath

The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment.

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Sylvia Plath

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses...

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Sylvia Plath

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing,...

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Sylvia Plath

There was a beautiful time...

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Sylvia Plath

I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more

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Sylvia Plath

Mother of otherness, Eat me.

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Sylvia Plath

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

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Sylvia Plath

I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.

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Sylvia Plath

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.

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Sylvia Plath

And I, love, am a pathological liar,

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Sylvia Plath

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

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Sylvia Plath

I feel, am mad as any writer must in one way be; why not make it real? I am too close to the bourgeois society of suburbia: too close to people I know I must sever my self from them, or be a part of their...

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Sylvia Plath

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

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Sylvia Plath

There is more than one good way to drown.

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Sylvia Plath

we walk the plank with strangers.

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Sylvia Plath

I am not cruel, only truthful.

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Sylvia Plath

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.

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Sylvia Plath

Widow. The word consumes itself.

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Sylvia Plath

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

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Sylvia Plath

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.

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Sylvia Plath

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the...

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Sylvia Plath

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.

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Sylvia Plath

I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.

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Sylvia Plath

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

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Sylvia Plath

I said: I must remember this, being small.

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Sylvia Plath

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.

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Sylvia Plath

I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the...

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Sylvia Plath

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

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Sylvia Plath

To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

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Sylvia Plath

I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

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Sylvia Plath

Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the...

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Sylvia Plath

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

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Sylvia Plath

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

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Sylvia Plath

I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free…. I want, I want to...

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Sylvia Plath

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

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Sylvia Plath

But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper,...

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Sylvia Plath

I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

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Sylvia Plath

I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass,...

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Sylvia Plath

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

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Sylvia Plath

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.

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Sylvia Plath

If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.

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I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.

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But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?

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Sylvia Plath

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.

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Sylvia Plath

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

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Sylvia Plath

I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.

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Sylvia Plath

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.

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Sylvia Plath

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

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Sylvia Plath

What do you have in mind after you graduate?" What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a professor...

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Sylvia Plath

Don't let the wicked city get you down.

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Sylvia Plath

I don't see what women see in other women," I'd told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. "What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?" Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, "Tenderness.

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Sylvia Plath

What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb," I had told Doctor Nolan. "A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.

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Sylvia Plath

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.

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Sylvia Plath

If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.

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Sylvia Plath

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

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Sylvia Plath

I'm never going to get married." "You're crazy." Buddy brightened. "You'll change your mind." "No. My mind's made up.

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Sylvia Plath

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

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Sylvia Plath

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

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Sylvia Plath

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

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Sylvia Plath

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

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Sylvia Plath

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.

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Sylvia Plath

Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.

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I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.

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God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.

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And so I rehabilitate myself - staying up late this Friday night in spite of vowing to go to bed early, because it is more important to capture moments like this, keen shifts in mood, sudden veering of...

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Sylvia Plath

How many different deaths I can die?

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Sylvia Plath

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

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Sylvia Plath

I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.

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Sylvia Plath

I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.

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Sylvia Plath

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

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Sylvia Plath

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

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Sylvia Plath

But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will...

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Sylvia Plath

And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing.

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Sylvia Plath

I suppose if I gave myself the chance I could be an alcoholic.

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Sylvia Plath

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter - - - for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.... Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You...

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Sylvia Plath

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.

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Sylvia Plath

I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid.

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Sylvia Plath

I get into a rut, unable to yank my mind out of it.

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Sylvia Plath

I cannot life for life itself: but for the words which stay the flux. My life, I feel, will not be lived until there are books and stories which relive it perpetually in time. I forget too easily how it...

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Sylvia Plath

My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.

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Sylvia Plath

I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.

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Sylvia Plath

I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

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Sylvia Plath

I am disabused of all faith, and see too clearly.

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Sylvia Plath

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

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Sylvia Plath

What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings...

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Sylvia Plath

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

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Sylvia Plath

She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.

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Sylvia Plath

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

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Sylvia Plath

I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.

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Sylvia Plath

Talking about my fears to others feeds it.

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Sylvia Plath

Not being perfect hurts.

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Sylvia Plath

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

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Sylvia Plath

A living doll, everywhere you look. It can sew, it can cook, It can talk, talk, talk. . . . My boy, it's your last resort. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

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Sylvia Plath

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.

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Sylvia Plath

All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.

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Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in:...

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Sylvia Plath

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

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Sylvia Plath

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.

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Sylvia Plath

Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work,...

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Sylvia Plath

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

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Sylvia Plath

I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.

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Sylvia Plath

I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yellow...

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Sylvia Plath

Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.

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Sylvia Plath

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.

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Sylvia Plath

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.

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Sylvia Plath

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.

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Sylvia Plath

A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.

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Sylvia Plath

I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home...

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Sylvia Plath

A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.

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Sylvia Plath

It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.

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Sylvia Plath

Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl,...

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Sylvia Plath

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

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You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time...

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“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”

― Dr. Seuss