I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
SYLVIA PLATHTomorrow is another day toward death.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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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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I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
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Everything in life is writable.
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It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
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I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.
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I dream too much, work too little.
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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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Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
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I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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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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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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The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.
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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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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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