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Sylvia Plath Quote - One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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Born Drops Eyes Shut World
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 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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One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out.
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Afraid Criticize Experience Glory Inspirational Myself Numb Pain Shut Taste Want
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
Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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Depression Intoxicate Love Madness One Liner Sad
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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Doubt Empty Faith God One Liner Sky Talk
Tomorrow is another day toward death.
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Death Future
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
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Awful Deep Freedom Want
Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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Body Dreams Feminism Giving Mind Thinking
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
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Growth heavy Kiss
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 find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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Absolute Finding Fulfillemnt Myself Poem Writing
So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.
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Eyes Happen Learning Life Silver Slice Yourself
I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
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Alone Certain Empty Strange Street Unique Walk
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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Beauty Coincidence Combination Fairy Tale Hurt Life Shock Togetherness
I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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Broken Heart Dead Flower Relationship
I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.
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Hate Money Myself Nervous People
Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.
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Bore Eternity One Liner Want
I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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Cynical Feeling Hell Wise
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
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Contain Crack Darkness Leak Life
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
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Depression Safe Touch World
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.
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Feeling Life Melt Negative Person Shadow
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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Dreams Horrible Imagination Life Poverty Work
I dream too much, work too little.
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Dreams Work Writing

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