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.
SYLVIA PLATHThe truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
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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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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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Wear your heart on your skin in this life.
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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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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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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 want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.
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I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life.
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I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
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It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.
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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
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I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.
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