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We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

Sylvia Plath

I am not cruel, only truthful.
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Cruel Truth
A man’s world is different from a woman’s world and a man’s emotions are different from a woman’s emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.
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Different Emotions Man Togetherness Woman World
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
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Air Feeling Happiness Mountain People Tree
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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Fall Mood People Understand
So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
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Enough Lifetime Live Reading Thinking Work
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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Fear Feminism Future Live Past Present Regret Rich Spoil
Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
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Feminism Goodness Live Love Sentence
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.
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Beat Beauty Broken Heart Come Back Defeat Home Sorrow Story
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
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 feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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Feeling Terrible Vilnerable Writing
I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Always Christmas Disappointment Feeling
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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Breath Heart Listen Peace Self Love
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
Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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Body Dreams Feminism Giving Mind Thinking
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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Art Broken Heart Depression Die Exceptional

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