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.
SYLVIA PLATHI am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.
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I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
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Don’t let the wicked city get you down.
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
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Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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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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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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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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I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
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People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
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