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 PLATHWhat I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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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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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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It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
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The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
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Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
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I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
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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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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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Compared with me, a tree is immortal.
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The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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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 live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.
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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 took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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