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Sylvia Plath
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And now the world conceives its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all.
The loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
Is there no way out of the mind?
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
In your new and horrible independence you feel that the cards have been stacked high against you, and that they are still being heaped up.
A summer calm laid its soothing hand over everything, like death.
You might not guess that inside she's laughing & crying at the strange ways of the world which she'll spend a lifetime trying to understand.
I decided I would watch her and listen to what she said, but deep down I would have nothing at all to do with her.
And my heart too small to bandage their terrible faults.
I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.
This is what it is to be complete. It is horrible.
It is as if he is the perfect male counterpart to my own self: each of us giving the other an extension of the life we believe in living.
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me.
The mind makes and makes, spinning its web.
I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
The last thing I wanted was infinite security.
I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrifying, like madness.
I felt purged and holy and ready for a new life.
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My love for you is more athletic than a verb.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.
Oh god, there is no faith of permanence or solace in love. The fear is always there in my mind: tomorrow it will all be different.
This is the kingdom of the fading apparition ...a lost otherworld, a world we lose by merely waking up into sanity.