Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.
SYLVIA PLATHDon’t let the wicked city get you down.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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Wear your heart on your skin in this life.
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The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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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 have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
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Don’t let the wicked city get you down.
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Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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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 not cruel, only truthful.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
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Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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I dream too much, work too little.
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I knew you’d decide to be all right again.
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I am myself. That is not enough.
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The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
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Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
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I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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Compared with me, a tree is immortal.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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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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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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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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I woke to the sound of rain.
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