The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
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Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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I woke to the sound of rain.
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There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
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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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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
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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 dream too much, work too little.
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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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As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.
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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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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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I am myself. That is not enough.
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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
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I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.
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Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
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I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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