Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
SYLVIA PLATHPerhaps 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.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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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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There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
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Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
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Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
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I am myself. That is not enough.
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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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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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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I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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I knew you’d decide to be all right again.
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