...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 laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.
Interpretation
The quote expresses deep sorrow and a longing for connection, using vivid imagery to convey the intensity of grief.
In this poignant quote by Sylvia Plath, the act of laying one's face against the smooth marble symbolizes a desire for solace in the face of profound loss. The howl into the cold salt rain encapsulates the rawness of grief, suggesting that the speaker seeks to externalize their pain while also connecting with the natural world, which can both reflect and amplify their emotional turmoil.
In practice
This quote could be used in a eulogy to express the depth of loss felt for a loved one.
...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.
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I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
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We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.
God has not bowed to our nervous haste nor embraced the methods of our machine age. The man who would know God must give time to Him.
It is in the interest of tyrants to reduce the people to ignorance and vice. For they cannot live in any country where virtue and knowledge prevail.
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
Money must serve, not rule! The Pope loves everyone, rich and poor alike, but he is obliged in the name of Christ to remind all that the rich must help, respect and promote the poor. I exhort you to generous solidarity and a return of economics and finance to an ethical approach which favours human beings.
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