The Starry Night
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“Art is to console those who are broken by life.”
― Vincent van Gogh

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“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
― A Moveable Feast
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“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.”

“But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
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“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”
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“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.”
― A Moveable Feast
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“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.”
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“We are all broken—that’s how the light gets in.”
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“You know I don't love any one but you. You shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.”
― A Farewell to Arms
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“I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.”
― The Sun Also Rises
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“Death is like an old whore in a bar--I'll buy her a drink but I won't go upstairs with her”
― To Have and Have Not
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Sylvia Plath
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Born : October 27, 1932
Died : February 11, 1963
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pseudonym Victoria Lucas, American poet whose best-known works, starkly express a sense of alienation and self-destruction closely tied to her personal experiences.

Plath published her first poem at age eight. She suffered from severe depression, attempted suicide, and underwent a period of psychiatric hospitalization.

During her last three years Plath abandoned the restraints and conventions that had bound much of her early work. She wrote with great speed, producing poems of stark self-revelation and confession. The anxiety, confusion, and doubt that haunted her were transmuted into verses of great power and pathos borne on flashes of incisive wit. Her poem “Daddy” and several others explore her conflicted relationship with her father, after this burst of productivity, she took her own life.
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“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? 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.”
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
― The Bell Jar
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“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
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“The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
― The Bell Jar
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“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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“Is there no way out of the mind?”
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“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”
― The Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.”
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