And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter� they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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