Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
SYLVIA PLATHThe trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
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I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
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I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
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Compared with me, a tree is immortal.
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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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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 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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See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
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Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.
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I am too pure for you or anyone.
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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
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The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.
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The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.
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I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
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I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
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The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
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