Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
SYLVIA PLATH- I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
SYLVIA PLATH
- black
- grey
- blue
- red
- brown
- white
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
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I dream too much, work too little.
SYLVIA PLATHI dream too much, work too little.
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Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
SYLVIA PLATHCheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
SYLVIA PLATHThe abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
SYLVIA PLATHBefore I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
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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.
SYLVIA PLATHThere 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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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
SYLVIA PLATHPerhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
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Don’t let the wicked city get you down.
SYLVIA PLATHDon’t let the wicked city get you down.
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Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
SYLVIA PLATHLove is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
SYLVIA PLATHMy mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
SYLVIA PLATHI talk to God but the sky is empty.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
SYLVIA PLATHDying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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Opinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.
SYLVIA PLATHOpinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
SYLVIA PLATHThe abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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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.
SYLVIA PLATHShe 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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