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Sylvia Plath

"So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down."

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"So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down."

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Donna Grant

"One of the things you could do with your time is to convert it into a treasure and that treasure is called solitude."

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"In solitude, you will find the soul."

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Donna Grant

"Sickness awakens sadness sleeps- Moments of aloneness results into peace."

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Donna Grant

"When alone, concentrate on the fruits of the solitude, not on the poisons of it!"

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Donna Grant

"A time of solitude will always produce some fruits."

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Donna Grant

"Solitude with God is a place for pregnancy."

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Donna Grant

"In solitude, you listen to the sacred voice."

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Donna Grant

"Solitude is independence."

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Donna Grant

"Sometimes solitude is a real heaven for the tired minds and a marvellous sanctuary for the wounded souls!"

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"A wounded heart needs aloof."

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Sylvia Plath
"Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing."

Writing

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Sylvia Plath
"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."

Identity

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Sylvia Plath
"I have a visual imagination."

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Sylvia Plath
"All, all, becomes profitable. Education is of the most satisfying and available nature. I am at Smith! Which two years ago was a doubtful dream - and that fortuitous change of dream to reality has led me to desire more, and to lash myself onward - onward."

Education

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Sylvia Plath
"Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep."

Healing

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Sylvia Plath
"What obsession do men have for destruction and murder? Who do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled 'enemy?"

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Sylvia Plath
"I don't see what women see in other women," I'd told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. "What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?"Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, "Tenderness."

Emotion

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Sylvia Plath
"Brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on."

Love

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Sylvia Plath
"Poppies in JulyLittle poppies, little hell flames,Do you do no harm?You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.And it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.A mouth just bloodied.Little bloody skirts!There are fumes that I cannot touch.Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?If I could bleed, or sleep!If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,Dulling and stilling.But colorless. Colorless."

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Sylvia Plath
"I hope to submit to the little pamphlet magazines here 'freelance' and perhaps shall join the Labour Club, as I really want to become informed on politics, and it seems to have an excellent program. I am definitely not a Conservative, and the Liberals are too vague and close to the latter."

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