...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
Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?
Interpretation
The quote expresses a desire to explore various possibilities in life to find the one that suits us best.
Sylvia Plath’s quote reflects a deep longing for exploration and self-discovery, encapsulating the idea that life offers numerous paths and identities that one could experiment with. It suggests that just as one tries on dresses to find the perfect fit, individuals might wish to experience different lives to determine which aligns most closely with their true self and aspirations.
In practice
This quote can be used in a motivational speech about pursuing one's passions.
...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.
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Living a life fully engaged and full of whimsy and the kind of things that love does is something most people plan to do, but along the way they just kind of forget. Their dreams become one of those "we'll go there next time" deferrals. The sad thing is, for many there is no "next time" because passing on the chance to cross over is an overall attitude toward life rather than a single decision.
A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story
Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.
Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
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