...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.
A charity which knows only how to give money is not yet Christian love. You will be free of guilt only when you also give your time, your energy, and your resourcefulness to help end such abuses for good, and when you allow nothing that lies hidden in the storehouse of your Christian religion to remain unused against the cancer that is destroying the vitality of our society in such alarming ways.
Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour - and in the oddest places! - for the lack of it.
How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
If there is no humility, love remains blocked.
We are all part of a vast sea of love. One indivisible mind.
MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I βll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,β Say, sea, Take me!
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