Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
SYLVIA PLATHThere is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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I am not cruel, only truthful.
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I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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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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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
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If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
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The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
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Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
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I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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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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Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
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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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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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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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