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Sylvia Plath Quote - She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

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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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
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Bone Curse Love
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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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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Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
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I am not cruel, only truthful.
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So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
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Enough Lifetime Live Reading Thinking Work
Perhaps 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.
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
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Close Danger Deep Finding Ourselves Want
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
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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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I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.
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Only I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
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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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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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Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
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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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Everything in life is writable.
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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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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.
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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
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I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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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 dream too much, work too little.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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