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If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.


Sylvia Plath

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SYLVIA PLATH I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
SYLVIA PLATH That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.
SYLVIA PLATH 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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SYLVIA PLATH Hasta insanları şımartmamak lazım, şımartılmak onlara kötü gelir, kendilerine gelmeleri iç...
SYLVIA PLATH I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be w...
SYLVIA PLATH We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee ...
AVIJEET DAS Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, I was dead,
Though, like a stone,...
SYLVIA PLATH When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.
SYLVIA PLATH All religions, in their pure form, will tell you God is Love. And power, fear, division, judgment, o...
THE TRUTH When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus.
Then your focus direct...
THE TRUTH The 'all for me and only me' mentality is the most destructive force on earth.
THE TRUTH When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus.
Then your focus direct...
THE TRUTH We need not fear death, for it is simply the next phase of life. We never die, we simply change form...
THE TRUTH Any perceived 'rejection' is simply a 're-direction'.
THE TRUTH Without awareness, every one of us is at risk of living trapped, an unfulfilled trace of our self, b...
THE TRUTH My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only th...
SYLVIA PLATH Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive b...
SYLVIA PLATH No se necesita una sesión muy larga para comprender que mi vida es un intento incesante de probarle...
DAVID FOENKINOS I don't define lust as anything evil or nasty. Lust as defined by me, is the feeling of desire: a de...
C. JOYBELL C. Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, ...
ARLAINA TIBENSKY We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!
AVIJEET DAS There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minu...
VIV ALBERTINE My mind is killing me”
— The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind
CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON 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 And besides, I'm not a writer. I don't go to coffeehouses and smoke, wear black, and analyze Sylvia ...
MEGAN MCCAFFERTY I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the poi...
SYLVIA PLATH Jesus Christ wants to show His love for this world through us, Christians.
SUNDAY ADELAJA “Love is not to be discovered but felt.It is brewing in air across universe.One needs only open ey...
ANUJ SOMANY Our enemies come nearer the truth in the opinions they form of us than we do in our opinion of ourse...
FRANCOIS DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD I like to open for a band as it brings on sort of a challenge and it makes things more interesting. ...
KELLY JONES Augustine, Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are confessional writers and all three make me sick. I have ...
JONI MITCHELL 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
SYLVIA PLATH My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off ...
SYLVIA PLATH Again, I am surprised why people seek to eliminate lust and cling to love; as they wish to ignore ha...
C. JOYBELL C. The profound ability to use aural and written language has enabled our species to collectively explo...
KATHERINE VUCICEVIC If you are in doubt, you are close to the truth
DR.MOHAMMED FAIG ABAD ALRAZAK Three things can not be hidden; The Sun, The Moon, and The Truth.
BUDDAH The mystery of the written word;It bequeaths a different meaning every blessed day.
DAVID ATTA (A.K.A DAVIED ATTLARS & MR DAIN) The words we speak will definitely follow us into the future & hunt us either for good or for bad.
DAVID ATTA (A.K.A DAVIED ATTLARS & MR DAIN) She was intimidating and all I could do was sit back on the couch as she paced back and forth, slowl...
IN THE MAKING What's the difference between people who see and seek gaps and those that see and seek bridges? The ...
RICHIE NORTON A love lust for war ends in death...
PHILIP T. M. When you live in the present, the past is forgotten & the future takes care of itself.
MANDY HALE Gather yourself by the sea shore and I will love you there. Asemble yourself with wild things, with ...
JEWEL But sometimes I longed for that sense of someone pulling me close, feeling another heartbeat against...
SARAH DESSEN From the Kindle Book Reflections in the Mirror of Life:
“In a slum somewhere in India
As...
THE PROPHET OF LIFE You said you wanted the truth. Now what are you willing to do with it?
MONIKA ZANDS 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 Now is the only time we have, and the only time that we have any control over.
RICHARD CARLSON Sometimes people don’t understand
the promises they’re making when they make them,” I sai...
JOHN GREEN Time is a teacher which in the end it kills all it's students. (Synchronicity 2015 Film)
DEYTH BANGER In the beginning, there was nothing and from nothing came our species then behold the dawn of music....
GARY F EVANS... Those who worry stumble long The Way.
Those who pray have no time to stray.
ERROL ANTHONY SMYTHE I was immersed in popular songs of the time, of the '30s and '40s. I was writing songs, maki...
TOM LEHRER (All the grief she had suffered over her lifetime had moulded her face into a mask of eternal sadnes...
JEAN SASSON I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. ...
FRANCESCA LIA BLOCK Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A place in the sun, that's what I am aiming for... and who could ever ask for more?' -Columbine to P...
ANA CLAUDIA ANTUNES Love came when you weren't looking, except in the case of millions who found mates on Match.com, but...
KRISTAN HIGGINS To search the sands of a lost desert for truth and justice in this world today you might as well be ...
GARY F EVANS... कुत्ते और आदमी में बुनियादी फर्क ये है...
SURENDER MOHAN PATHAK Being happy or unhappy - is that really the most important thing? Knowing the truth would be a diffe...
IRA LEVIN Jealousy Is a strange but dark emotion eating at your very inner self if we let it, it will eventual...
GARY F EVANS... To tell the truth is useful to those to whom it is spoken, but disadvantageous to those who tell it,...
BLAISE PASCAL It is safe to say that every truth in the histories of those times (The Bible) is the result of acci...
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SARAH DESSEN How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To re...
SYLVIA PLATH There is no such thing as objectivity. We are all just interpreting signals from the universe and tr...
BONES THE DOCTOR IN THE PHOTO Savor the moment. Set a goal that you value and plan the steps to of getting there in a way that you...
TERENCE T. GORSKI God is not impressed with what PRECEDES your name, but how you PROCEED in His Name."
BJ NELSON When Luke had descended into the River Styx, he would've had to focus on something important that wo...
RICK RIORDAN We fall back into the past, we jump ahead into the future, and in this we lose our entire lives.
THICH NHAT HANH Speak well to people; tell them the truth today! If you meet them another day, tell them the same tr...
ISRAELMORE AYIVOR There is no greater glory than to die for love.
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZ Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nasti...
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZ She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. S...
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZ The point is to be in the moment, not miss the moment while trying to capture it.
SHERALYN PRATT There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the c...
GABRIEL GARCíA MáRQUEZ (...) before they actually admit to the big 'L' word. Love or lust - what's the big, damn deal? You'...
C.M. STUNICH The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it...
THOMAS S. MONSON Eat for lunch, but let something for dinner.
ERBLIN VUKAJ If you are among the good fellows chances are that you will be among the blemishes for the wicked ar...
APURVA GAGLANI It's hard when you have things but lose them, it's even harder when you feel that you're being left ...
GARY F EVANS... Starting today, must forget what gone yesterday,appreciate what remains today & look forward what ca...
DR ANIL KUMAR SINHA call it chicken salad
SARAH DESSEN Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and s...
SARAH DESSEN The pity is not that there is a myth of Sylvia Plath but that the myth is not simply that of an enor...
AL ÁLVAREZ Honestly, I don't purposely write dirty songs. To me none of them are dirty; they're all really swee...
CHANTAL CLARET It is perhaps fortunate that Sylvia was oblivious to the commotion behind the scenes. Apparently, He...
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SYLVIA PLATH Ennui

Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing...
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SYLVIA PLATH Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
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SYLVIA PLATH There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minu...
SYLVIA PLATH I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de...
SYLVIA PLATH The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther...
SYLVIA PLATH 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...
SYLVIA PLATH I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
SYLVIA PLATH But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn...
SYLVIA PLATH I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
SYLVIA PLATH I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
SYLVIA PLATH That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite secu...
SYLVIA PLATH To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
SYLVIA PLATH When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.
"Oh, sure you know," the photogr...
SYLVIA PLATH The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
SYLVIA PLATH The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
SYLVIA PLATH What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is ...
SYLVIA PLATH So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being ...
SYLVIA PLATH My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off ...
SYLVIA PLATH I Am Vertical

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