Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
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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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I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
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I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.
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Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
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The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.
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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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See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
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Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
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Opinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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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.
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Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
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I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
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The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
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There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
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I am too pure for you or anyone.
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Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
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