She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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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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Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
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Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
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I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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I woke to the sound of rain.
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
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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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Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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I knew you’d decide to be all right again.
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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
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People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
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