Quotes By Letter: P

“I can't deceive myself out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future. And if you have no past or future, which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“I don't believe in God as a kind father in the sky. I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth: The meek get ignored and trampled. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains. It is the bold, the loud-mouthed, the cruel, the vital, the revolutionaries, the mighty in arms and will, who march over the soft patient flesh that lies beneath their cleated boots.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“I myself am the vessel of tragic experience.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“In the morning light, all is possible; even becoming a god.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“It seems almost an incredible relief to know that there is someone outside oneself who is not happy all the time. We must be at low ebb when we are this far into the black: that everyone else, merely because they are 'other', is invulnerable. That is a damn lie.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“Let's face it, I am in danger of wanting my personal absolute to be a demigod of a man, and as there aren't many around, I often unconsciously manufacture my own. And then, I retreat and revel in poetry and literature where the reward value is tangible and accepted. I really do not think deeply, really deeply. I want a romantic nonexistent hero.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself...the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain...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. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it. It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what I was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting disconsolate mouth, the flat, bored, numb, expressionless eyes: symptoms of the foul decay within.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“Love is an illusion, but I would willingly fall for it if I could believe in it. Now everything seems far and sad and cold, like a piece of shale at the bottom of a canyon -- or warm and near and unthinking, like a pink dogwood.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“Outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers' beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“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.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you overdramatize it or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important onces. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to... No matter how it comes out, I have to write it.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolescence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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“Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry and cream, Mother Goose world, Alice in Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?”

-Unabridged Journals, Sylvia Plath

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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.”

-unsent letter to Eddie Cohen, Sylvia Plath

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“Thinking: The talking of the soul with itself.”

-Plato

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“Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may.”

-Symposium, Plato

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“Dreaming comes so easily cause it's all that I've known
True love is a fairy tale - I'm damaged, so how would I know?”

-Damaged, Plumb

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“Healing comes so painfully and it chills to the bone
Will anyone get close to me? I'm damaged, as I'm sure you know.”

-Damaged, Plumb

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“I'm scared and I'm alone
I'm ashamed and I need for you to know.”

-Damaged, Plumb

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“Sleep, what slices of death, how I loathe them.”

-Edgar Allan Poe

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