Sylvia Plath and I met a long time ago. A really long time ago. Was it a summer day? No! It was a wintry November morning!
– Avijeet Das
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- I moved in front of the medicine cabinet. If I looked in the mirror while I did it, it would be like watching somebody else, in a book or a play. – Sylvia Plath
- I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. – Sylvia Plath
- The one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end. – Sylvia Plath
- I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. – Sylvia Plath
- You will never win anyone through pity. You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic: illusion born from disillusion. – Sylvia Plath
- How we need another soul to cling to. – Sylvia Plath
- I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn’t say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers. – Sylvia Plath
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- My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you. – Sylvia Plath
- I’m not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else. – Sylvia Plath
- All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence. – Sylvia Plath
- The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault. – Sylvia Plath
- I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in. – Sylvia Plath
- I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. – Sylvia Plath
- She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist. – Sylvia Plath
- How frail the human heart must be-•a mirrored pool of thought. – Sylvia Plath
- Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. – Sylvia Plath
- And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness. – Sylvia Plath
- The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. – Sylvia Plath
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