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Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.
Till I loved I never lived.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

Complete Poems
Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

The Journals of Sylvia Plath
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
Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they won't believe again in their own size.

Letters from Iceland
We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept�our own selves�that we love.

The Book of Disquiet
Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.
If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
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