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Sylvia Plath Quote - It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

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I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out.
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Afraid Criticize Experience Glory Inspirational Myself Numb Pain Shut Taste Want
I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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Broken Heart Dead Flower Relationship
I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
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Afraid Depression Hurt Myself Sarcastic
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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Hate Money Myself Nervous People
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
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Close Danger Deep Finding Ourselves Want
I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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Care Depression Feeling Mutual Quite
I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
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Enough Important Need Smile Thinking
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
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Body Cling Confidence Loneliness Myself Need Soul Trust
I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
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Field Freedom Sleep Travel Want
If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
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Deep Disappointment Expectation Relationship
I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
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Life Myself Organ Rare Stitch
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.
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Broken Heart Cry Depression Pain Sad
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
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Cure Help Mother Thinking Worse Yourself
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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Poetry Voice Writing
We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
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Dreams Horrible Imagination Life Poverty Work
Everything in life is writable.
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Life Writing
I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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Absolute Finding Fulfillemnt Myself Poem Writing
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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Continue Existence Moments Reflection She Shop Window
After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.
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Choose Inspirational Life Reveal
Compared with me, a tree is immortal.
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Comparison Immortal Tree
People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
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Disappointment People Regard Sad Stars
Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
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Life One Liner Positive Possible
The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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Broken Heart Depression Pain Sad Silence
I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Always Christmas Disappointment Feeling
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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Creative Doubt Enemy Gut Imagination Life Worst Writing
There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
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Alone Certain Empty Strange Street Unique Walk
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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Doubt Empty Faith God One Liner Sky Talk

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