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 PLATHPerhaps 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.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
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I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
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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’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
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What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
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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 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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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
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Everything in life is writable.
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I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
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I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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