I have felt great advances in my poetry, the main one being a growing victory over word nuances and a superfluity of adjectives.


Sylvia Plath

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We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!
AVIJEET DAS
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My mind is killing me”
— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind
CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON
Augustine, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are confessional writers and all three make me sick. I have ...
JONI MITCHELL
My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only th...
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Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive b...
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And besides, I'm not a writer. I don't go to coffeehouses and smoke, wear black, and analyze Sylvia ...
MEGAN MCCAFFERTY
...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a sh...
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I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
SYLVIA PLATH
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out o...
SYLVIA PLATH
If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
SYLVIA PLATH
Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for ...
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Sylvia Plath was just a month and a half older than I, and when she committed suicide I was only 30 ...
ANNE STEVENSON
She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just ...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even...
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I love my mom so much. I don't care if that's corny to say. I think on my next birthday, I'm going t...
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We Are All Infinite
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You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You ...
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I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. ...
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That one moment when you know you are not a sad story. You are ALIVE.
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Somos quienes somos por un montón de razones.Quizás nunca conozcamos la mayoría de ellas.Pero aun...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
Ambos dijeron que tomara asiento y parecían hablar en serio, así que me senté.
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I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all beco...
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So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybewe'll never know most of them.
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So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.
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There's nothing like the deep breathes after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore st...
STHEPHEN CHBOSKY
no more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop...
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I don't know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.
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Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.
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Poetry is adjectives expressed in nouns
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There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minu...
VIV ALBERTINE
Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and ei...
SYLVIA PLATH
I have stitched life into me like a rare organ
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That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
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Hastanenin arazisi yeni yağmış karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi değil, ocak ayının ...
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Pazar - doktorların cenneti! Doktorlar özel kulüplerde, doktorlar deniz kıyısında, doktorlar m...
SYLVIA PLATH
Durumun ne kadar umutsuzsa, seni o kadar uzağa saklamaya çalışırlar.
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Kafamda akıl namına ne kalmışsa onu kullanarak bedenimi tuzağa düşürmem gerekiyordu, yoksa b...
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Kendimi bu güneşte, bir melek kadar ince ve uçucu bir hale gelene dek bir bıçak gibi bilemek is...
SYLVIA PLATH
Hasta insanları şımartmamak lazım, şımartılmak onlara kötü gelir, kendilerine gelmeleri iç...
SYLVIA PLATH
Never give up on you. In order to make a difference you would have to somehow be different.
JOHNNIE DENT JR.
I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think eve...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
I'm not saying that I'm better than anyone... I'm just saying that I'm one-of-a-kind.
C LIONG
The pity is not that there is a myth of Sylvia Plath but that the myth is not simply that of an enor...
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Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, ...
ARLAINA TIBENSKY
the deceased don’t want you to forget about them. They just want you to move past it; not to dwell...
JUSTIN PYFROM
I am one of those for whom superfluity is a necessity.
THEOPHILE GAUTIER
People who think that Sylvia Plath was a poor, sensitive poet are not getting that she had great amo...
ELIZABETH WURTZEL
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, I was dead,
Though, like a stone,...
SYLVIA PLATH
Bhulaney ke liay bhi tujhy yaad tu kerna hoga,
Magar her yaad se hain wabasta teri hazaar baata...
HUSEYN RAZA
Soccer and cricket were my main sports growing up. I had trials as a soccer player with a few clubs ...
IAN BOTHAM
I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
SYLVIA PLATH
Even amongst fierce flames/ The golden lotus can be planted.
BHAGAVID-GITA
Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as th...
SYLVIA PLATH
What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?
JESS WALTER
I was suddenly very aware of the fact it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my fac...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
The only perspective is to really be there.
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
I didn't feel like reading that night, so I went downstairs and watched a half-hour long commercial ...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
Maybe that's what praying is all about. Maybe it's not just asking God to forgive us for bad things ...
SARAH DARER LITTMAN
The mightiest power of death is not that it can make people die, but that it can make the people you...
FREDRIK BACKMAN
Closed eyes, heart not beating, but a living love.
AVIS COREA
it's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.
STEPHEN CHOBOSKY
I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not e...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
It's strange to describe reading a book as a really great experience, but that's kind of how it felt...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
I’m caught between trying to live my life, and trying to run from it.
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
I don't want to be somebody's crush.if somebody likes me, i want them to like the real me, not what ...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, per...
ANGELA CARTER
You must save what you can of your life; you musn't lose it all simply because you've lost a part.
HENRY JAMES
For the next nine months, Sylvia would report on campus trends, politics, tastes, style. It was an h...
ELIZABETH WINDER
When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.
SYLVIA PLATH
I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be w...
SYLVIA PLATH
You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently.
Elain offered a half smile. "I suppose that war m...
SARAH J. MAAS
Like a deep sad note
played beneath the ocean
waving through the orb
the memories of ...
PAWAN MISHRA
It's rather splendid to think of all those great men and women who appear to have presented symp...
STEPHEN FRY
Being able to restrain my emotions isn’t a great victory—it’s the pitiful proof of lost love.
AMY TAN
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We...
MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.
Because death is the only thing that could have ever kept him from you.
ALLY CARTER
You're full of contradictions, Ms. Wallace."
I looked up at him and arched a brow. "I'm a girl...
TAMMARA WEBBER
When my husband retired, my son took over. My son and grandson are still growing sugar beets. I even...
GEORGE GREEN
The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he sha...
FRANCINE RIVERS
Oh happy day! A day to make a hay! And when it is mid-day, think about the day! And when you think a...
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I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that ...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY
I thought I would write a love letter. But then, I wrote a book." - Suzy Davies, on "Johari's Window
SUZY DAVIES
It is perhaps fortunate that Sylvia was oblivious to the commotion behind the scenes. Apparently, He...
ELIZABETH WINDER
This is a great victory for the disability community. But, you know, it's also a larger victory for ...
ALAN REICH
As a kid, we had one television channel and a sad little roller rink. And there was not much else to...
DARBY STANCHFIELD
What I wrote all the time when I was a kid - I don't want to call it 'poetry,' because i...
CARRIE FISHER
It feels great to feel what all the other champions have felt, ... Feeling the pain I felt so many y...
YOLANDA GRIFFITH
If I provide for this life and turn away from the Lord, I am wise for a moment, but lost forever.
FRANCINE RIVERS
The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he sha...
FRANCINE RIVERS
The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be poison
SARAH J. MAAS
I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you.
SARAH J. MAAS
He thinks he'll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain...
SARAH J. MAAS
Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold ...
GEORGE R.R. MARTIN
Hodor," said Hodor.
GEORGE R.R. MARTIN
You do what you love, what you need
SARAH J. MAAS

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I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
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How we need another soul to cling to.
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
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I woke to the sound of rain.
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Is there no way out of the mind?
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The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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Widow. The word consumes itself.
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The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
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Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
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Every woman adores a Fascist.
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Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
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I am too pure for you or anyone.

From the poem "Fever 103°", 20 October 1962
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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something be...
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I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
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The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
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Ennui

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing...
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.
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If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.
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Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it.
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There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
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Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling...
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I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will
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My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing ...
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...I still expected to see Doreen's body lying there in the pool of vomit like an ugly, concrete tes...
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I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly con...
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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
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Tree and Stone glittered, without shadows.My finger-length grew lucent as glass.I started to bud lik...
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If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the bri...
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The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comf...
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I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into ...
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So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
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I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life...
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How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
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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.
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I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make...
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I think I may well be a Jew.
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With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is li...
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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s he...
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There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minu...
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I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de...
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The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther...
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I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too clo...
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I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
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But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn...
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I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
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That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite secu...
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To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
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When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.
"Oh, sure you know," the photogr...
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
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The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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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 ...
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So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being ...
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My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off ...
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I Am Vertical

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the ...
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The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.
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What did my arms do before they held you?
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I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have.
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Is anyone anywhere happy?
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I guess I should have reacted the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to rea...
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I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but...
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What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
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You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult ki...
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It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing nega...
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Hastanenin arazisi yeni yağmış karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi değil, ocak ayının ...
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Pazar - doktorların cenneti! Doktorlar özel kulüplerde, doktorlar deniz kıyısında, doktorlar m...
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