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“Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”

— Sylvia Plath (via shaybswordblog)

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“You can play it safe, and I wouldn’t blame you for it. You can continue as you’ve been doing, and you’ll survive, but is that what you want? Is that enough?”

— J.M. Darhower (via quotemadness)

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“Most people are not bad. Oh, they do bad things sometimes, and everyone has a little badness in them, but very few people are unspeakably evil, and most of the bad things they do seem perfectly reasonable to them at the time. Perhaps they’re bored, or selfish, or greedy, but, for the most part, they don’t actually want to hurt anyone when they do bad things. They just want to make their own lives a little easier.”

— John Connolly

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“Who are you when you’re alone? When no one is watching? What’s left then?”

— Rae Mariz

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“I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.”

— Jack Gilbert, Waking At Night

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“You can’t keep putting people’s lives ahead of yours and call it love.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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“I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.”

— Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice

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“Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn’t, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.”

— Emma Forrest

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“The universe, I’d learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back.”

— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail 

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“I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart… I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.”

— Sylvia Plath,The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 

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“It is better to burn than to disappear.”

— The Stranger by Albert Camus

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“and we drink our coffee and pretend not to look at each other.”

— Charles Bukowski, Luck

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“How I would like to believe in tenderness–”

— Sylvia Plath, “The Moon and the Yew Tree”  

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“Yes, I was infatuated with you. I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy.”

— Sylvia Plath 

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“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time”

— Sylvia Plath

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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”

— Kait Rokowski 

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“I longed for activity, instead of an even flow of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to renounce self for the sake of my love. I was conscious of a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life. I had bouts of depression, which I tried to hide, as something to be ashamed of…My mind, even my senses were occupied, but there was another feeling – the feeling of youth and a craving for activity – which found no scope in our quiet life”

— Leo Tolstoy