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Sylvia Plath
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Such a minute fraction of this life do we live.
I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.
You have to be able to make a real creative life for yourself before you can expect anyone else to provide one ready-made for you.
The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over.
I feel that even if I washed myself all day in cold clear water, I could not rinse the sticky, untidy film away.
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.
Worship this world of watercolor mood, in glass pagodas hung with veils of green.
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.