Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
SYLVIA PLATHPerfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
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Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
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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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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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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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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 took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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I am myself. That is not enough.
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Everything in life is writable.
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.
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