...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.
When we come to the last moment of this lifetime and we look back across it, the only thing that's going to matter is 'What is the quality of our love?'
Florentina Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days and nights. 'Forever,' he said.
you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.
One cannot give what he does not possess. To give love you must possess love. To love others you must love yourself.
Our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.
To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
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