Sí, hay alegría, plenitud y compañía, pero la soledad del alma en su atroz autoconciencia es horrible y abrumadora.
Frases de Sylvia Plath
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Sal y haz algo. No es tu habitación la que es una prisión, eres tú misma.
Espejo Soy de plata y exacto. Sin prejuicios. Y cuanto veo trago sin tardanza
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Espejo Soy de plata y exacto. Sin prejuicios. Y cuanto veo trago sin tardanza tal y como es, intacto de amor u odio. No soy cruel, solamente veraz: ojo cuadrangular de un diosecillo. En la pared opuesta paso el tiempo meditando: rosa, moteada. Tanto ha que la miro que es parte de mi corazón. Pero se mueve. Rostros y oscuridad nos separan sin cesar. Ahora soy un lago. Ciérnese sobre mí una mujer, busca mi alcance. Vuélvese a esos falaces, las luciérnagas de la luna. Su espalda veo, fielmente la reflejo. Ella me paga con lágrimas y ademanes. Le importa. Ella va y viene. Su rostro con la noche sustituye las mañanas. Me ahogó niña y vieja.
¡Cómo deseó el invierno! Austeramente, en orden minucioso de blanco y negro, de hielo y roca, todo deslindado, de corazón a fría disciplina sometió, exacto cual copo de nieve.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.
Mad Girl's Love Songs I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and everything is born again.
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Mad Girl's Love Songs I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and everything is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grew old and I forgot your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
Perhaps someday I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
And then learn to live. Cut yourself a nice piece of cake with the silver cutlery. You learn how leaves grow on trees. Open your eyes. Learn how the moon sets in the cold of the night before Christmas. Open your nostrils. Smell the snow. Let life happen.