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Sylvia Plath Inspirational Quotes (350)

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I dream too much, work too little.
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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 and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and all four sides closed in and squeezed me to pieces.
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Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.
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I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
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There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.
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I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.
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With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you which will always be.
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I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.
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It never occurred to me to say no.
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I am too pure for you or anyone.
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I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.
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What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
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Jealousy can open the blood, it can make black roses.
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Pretty soon, the only doubt in my mind was the precise time and method of committing suicide. The only alternative I could see was an eternity of hell for the rest of my life in a mental hospital, and I was going to use my last ounce of free choice and choose a quick clean ending.
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As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.
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And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
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Dancing is the normal prelude to intercourse.
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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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The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.
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I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)
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What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.
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I'm happier writing about doctors than I would have been being one.
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If you pluck out my heart To find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock That syncopates our love.
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