Sylvia Plath Quotes and Sayings
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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 | Refcard PDF ↑
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Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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I am too pure for you or anyone. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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I talk to God but the sky is empty. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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Is there no way out of the mind? Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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Kiss me and you will see how important I am. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑
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Widow. The word consumes itself. Sylvia Plath | Refcard PDF ↑