...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 am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the conflict between inner turmoil and the desire for connection in a chaotic world.
Sylvia Plath's quote delves into the complexities of human emotions, depicting a narrator who is torn between self-loathing and a longing for love amidst a backdrop of destruction. It captures the paradox of dreaming of violence while simultaneously yearning for affection and connection, suggesting that even in the face of despair, there is an innate desire for relationship and understanding, amidst an impending sense of doom in the world.
In practice
In a book club discussing the complexities of love and despair, this quote could illustrate our vulnerabilities.
...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.
This stigma associated with drug use--the belief that bad kids use, good kids don't, and those with full-blown addiction are weak, dissolute, and pathetic--has contributed to the escalation of use and has hampered treatment more than any single other factor.
Wars are never fought for altruistic reasons.
Things happen to us in unpredictable ways, but the effect that that has on the kind of people who we become actually is not only open to chance - we can influence it in pretty profound ways.
Strictly speaking, there is but one real evil: I mean acute pain. All other complaints are so considerably diminished by time that it is plain the grief is owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when that is over.
The one thing that the racist can never manage is anything like discrimination: he is indiscriminate by definition.
As long as you look for a Buddha somewhere else, you'll never see that your own mind is the Buddha.
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