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2ea92db
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
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life
limits
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Sylvia Plath |
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99f1146
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If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
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Sylvia Plath |
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f9ab1a7
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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existence
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Sylvia Plath |
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4218c99
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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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Sylvia Plath |
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6c2504b
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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kissing
kiss
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06ab496
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socra..
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Sylvia Plath |
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d842091
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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
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Sylvia Plath |
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9631e6e
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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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nature
happiness
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Sylvia Plath |
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a72fedb
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The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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Sylvia Plath |
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b09c752
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Mad Girl's Love Song I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: E..
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Sylvia Plath |
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5665adc
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter-- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
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secrets
sharing-secrets
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Sylvia Plath |
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dc0fa74
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let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences
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Sylvia Plath |
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f45f070
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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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Sylvia Plath |
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838b51e
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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.
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thoughts
love
sensation
infatuation
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Sylvia Plath |
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9aec8e3
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
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Sylvia Plath |
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36f00cc
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I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
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Sylvia Plath |
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5a61c32
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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
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Sylvia Plath |
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b8b3f42
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I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
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Sylvia Plath |
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f5b4086
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God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companio..
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loneliness
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Sylvia Plath |
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ab9b271
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
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Sylvia Plath |
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cd1b66c
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When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything."
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Sylvia Plath |
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b5082e8
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There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
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humor
shared-ordeal
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Sylvia Plath |
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181c613
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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. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million..
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third-wheel
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Sylvia Plath |
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ece7fcd
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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
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slavery
obsession
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Sylvia Plath |
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721068a
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I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
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numbness
emptiness
stillness
normalcy
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Sylvia Plath |
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9bbfaf6
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How we need another soul to cling to.
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loneliness
companionship
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Sylvia Plath |
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3fac1b6
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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
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ted-hughes
the-bell-jar
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Sylvia Plath |
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b6342b9
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I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
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Sylvia Plath |
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1ed8e5d
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Dying is an art. Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I have a call.
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Sylvia Plath |
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fd32e61
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because wherever I sat--on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok--I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
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Sylvia Plath |
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ef04aeb
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I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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Sylvia Plath |
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cc172b9
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I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
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love
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Sylvia Plath |
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7a688c0
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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ..
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Sylvia Plath |
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817af1b
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So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them." ( )"
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loneliness
shyness
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Sylvia Plath |
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681adb2
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That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
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Sylvia Plath |
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c81e817
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I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
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Sylvia Plath |
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8123319
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The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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self-doubt
self-confidence
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Sylvia Plath |
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3344b76
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I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.
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sleep
live
tomorrow
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Sylvia Plath |
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3090a71
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But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.
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truth
relatable
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Sylvia Plath |
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05def9f
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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 the throat and I'd cry for a week.
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sadness
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Sylvia Plath |
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fa7d70d
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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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Sylvia Plath |
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034c4f1
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I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
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Sylvia Plath |
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ddf15f7
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I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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Sylvia Plath |
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b0e3b91
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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. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.
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