Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
SYLVIA PLATHI want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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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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I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
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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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I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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I am myself. That is not enough.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
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Don’t let the wicked city get you down.
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One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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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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I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
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After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.
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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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