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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk aloud, softly, to see how it sounds.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #2
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “I believe that there are people who think as I do, who have thought as I do, who will think as I do. There are those who will live, unconscious of me, but continuing my attitude, so to speak, as I continue, unknowingly, the similar attitude of those before me. I could write and write. All it takes is a motion of the hand in response to a brain impulse, trained from childhood to record in our own American brand of hieroglyphics the translations of external stimuli. How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person? - - - That I have banged into and assimilated various things? That my environment and a chance combination of genes got me where I am?”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #4
    E.E. Cummings
    “Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #5
    Chad Sugg
    “If you're reading this...
    Congratulations, you're alive.
    If that's not something to smile about,
    then I don't know what is.”
    Chad Sugg, Monsters Under Your Head

  • #6
    Anne Sexton
    “Give me your skin
    as sheer as a cobweb,
    let me open it up
    and listen in and scoop out the dark.”
    Anne Sexton, Transformations

  • #7
    T.S. Eliot
    “This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #8
    Anne Sexton
    “We were fair game
    but we have kept out of the cesspool.
    We are strong.
    We are the good ones.
    Do not discover us
    for we lie together all in green
    like pond weeds.
    Hold me, my young dear, hold me.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
    I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #10
    Charles Baudelaire
    “One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”
    Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen

  • #11
    Sylvia Plath
    “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.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #12
    Sylvia Plath
    “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.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #13
    Sylvia Plath
    “Is it the sea you hear in me?
    Its dissatisfactions?
    Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?

    Love is a shadow.
    How you lie and cry after it.

    --from "Elm", written 19 April 1962”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition

  • #14
    Sylvia Plath
    “Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #16
    Sylvia Plath
    “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
    sylvia plath

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “Is there no way out of the mind?”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.”
    Sylvia Plath

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “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.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “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.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “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.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time. ”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #25
    Sylvia Plath
    “Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #27
    Sylvia Plath
    “I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “I seem to grow more acutely conscious of the swift passage of time as I grow older. When I was small, days and hours were long and spacious, and there was play and acres of leisure, and many children's books to read. I remember that as I was writing a poem on "Snow" when I was eight. I said aloud, "I wish I could have the ability to write down the feelings I have now while I'm still little, because when I grow up I will know how to write, but I will have forgotten what being little feels like." And so it is that childlike sensitivity to new experiences and sensations seems to diminish in an inverse proportion to growth of technical ability. As we become polished, so do we become hardened and guilty of accepting eating, sleeping, seeing, and hearing too easily and lazily, without question. We become blunt and callous and blissfully passive as each day adds another drop to the stagnant well of our years.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath



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