...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
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Interpretation
The quote compares a loved one to the moon, highlighting their beauty and the profound impact they have on others.
Sylvia Plath's quote captures the duality of beauty and destructiveness in relationships. By comparing the subject to the moon, she suggests that their presence is enchanting and captivating, yet the power of such beauty can lead to pain or emotional turmoil, just as the moon's pull affects the tides.
In practice
In a romantic poem read at a wedding.
...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.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.
Everyone is welcome in drag. Everyone is important and valuable.
To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.
A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.
Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity.
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