Sylvia Plath Quotes

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
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Inspirational Prison Room Work Hard Yourself
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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Couple Important Kiss
I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.
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Broken Heart Cry Depression Pain Sad
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
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Alone Couple Crazy Each Other People Single
The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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Broken Heart Depression Pain Sad Silence
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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Creative Doubt Enemy Gut Imagination Life Worst Writing
I am what I feel and think and do.
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Attitude Feeling One Liner Thinking
Tomorrow is another day toward death.
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Death Future
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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Air Couple Friendship Imagination Meet Valentine
I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life.
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Expression Life Translation Urge Want Writing
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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Broken Heart Desire Destroy Ending Expectation
Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
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Life One Liner Positive Possible
There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
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Alone Certain Empty Strange Street Unique Walk
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
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Hard Learning Life Love
The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
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Come Love Truth
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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Continue Existence Moments Reflection She Shop Window
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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Be Yourself Deep Hell Responsiblity
If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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Body Glass Stain Tattoo Temple Window
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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Conflict Constant Escape Life Mature Necessary Solution Struggle Tragedy Try
I am too pure for you or anyone.
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Feminism One Liner Pure Women Empowerment
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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Hide Honesty Reveal Try
I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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Feeling Terrible Vilnerable Writing
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
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Growth heavy Kiss
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
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Cure Help Mother Thinking Worse Yourself
I am not cruel, only truthful.
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Cruel Truth
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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Poetry Voice Writing
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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Doubt Empty Faith God One Liner Sky Talk

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