Tomorrow is another day toward death.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
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The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted and spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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I am not cruel, only truthful.
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I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
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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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Don’t let the wicked city get you down.
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I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.
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One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.
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I find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life than in poetry.
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