...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
Sylvia PlathRead
I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the profound beauty coupled with the pain of experiences.
Sylvia Plath's quote 'I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets' suggests that while sunsets are often viewed as beautiful and peaceful, they can also evoke feelings of sorrow and loss. This paradox captures the bittersweet nature of life, where joy and pain coexist, highlighting how beauty can sometimes bring about a deeper sense of suffering, particularly as it signifies endings and transitions.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a reflective piece on the nature of beauty in life events.
...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?
I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.
I want a History of Looking. For the Photograph is the advent of myself as other: a cunning dissociation of consciousness from identity. Even odder: it was before Photography that men had the most to say about the vision of the double. Heautoscopy was compared with an hallucinosis; for centuries this was a great mythic theme.
You may bury my body down by the highway side. So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride.
Chance does not speak essentially through words nor can it be seen in their convolution. It is the eruption of language, its sudden appearance. It's not a night twinkle with stars, an illuminated sleep, nor a drowsy vigil. It is the very edge of consciousness.
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.
I don't think the world will destroy itself in a nuclear cataclysm. On the contrary, we have the capacity to save ourselves and save the planet, and we will use it.
The course of history shows that as a government grows, liberty decreases.
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