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.
SYLVIA PLATHI find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life than in poetry.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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I woke to the sound of rain.
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I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
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The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
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Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.
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So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.
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Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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Tomorrow is another day toward death.
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I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.
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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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