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Sylvia Plath
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If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity.
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.
Tonight, for a moment, all was at peace inside.
You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.
There is a unique rightness and beauty to life which can be shared in openness with a human being who believes in the same basic principles.
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
The clouds are like cotton. Armies of them. They are carbon monoxide. Sweetly, sweetly, I breathe in, filling my veins with invisibles.
What is only pieces, doled out here & there to this boy & that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband.
Again we are deluded and infer that somehow we are younger than we were.
I am crucified by my own limitations.
Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.
All I want to say is: I made the best of a mediocre job. It was a good fight while it lasted. And so life goes.
I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility.
When you feel that this may be the good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.
The mornings are god's time, and after breakfast for those five hours somehow everything is all right and most things are possible.
Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair, and I will begin to think again.
Reality is relative, depending on what lens you look through.
The day I went into physics class it was death.
You can never learn anything valid for truth, only momentary, transitory sayings that apply to you in your moment & present state of mind.
There is no living being on earth at this moment except myself.
Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?
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.
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.