
Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.
– Sylvia Plath
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- It is wrong to kill anyone. It is wrong to kill those who kill. It is wrong to kill the executioner. The laws on murder must be killed! – Charles Nodier
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- Where there is love, there are no faults. Where the love of give-and-take (dealer) arose, all faults will be seen there. – Dada Bhagwan
- It is better to find your own faults and rectify them than to find thousands of faults in others. – Debasish Mridha
- Stolen oranges also have Vitamin C. Likewise, a stolen salmon, too, has omega-3 fatty acids. – Mokokoma Mokhonoana
- Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul. – Paul Hoffman
- Don’t let the acids of bitterness eat away inside. Learn the secret of trusting Christ in every circumstance. – Billy Graham
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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
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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
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- 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
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- She looked terrible, but very wise. – Sylvia Plath