...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.
My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him for dying and leaving no money because he didn't trust life insurance salesmen.
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What this quote means
This quote reflects the struggles and sacrifices a mother makes for her family after the loss of her husband.
In this poignant reflection, Sylvia Plath reveals the complexity of grief and obligation through her mother's experience after the father's death. The mother's resentment towards her deceased husband stems from the financial burden left in his absence, highlighting the challenges faced by single parents who must navigate the weight of responsibility while grappling with personal sorrow and vulnerability related to both love and loss.
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In a speech about perseverance, I might say, 'As Sylvia Plath noted about her mother, sometimes we must face challenges with resilience.'
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I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
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Ah, mother! How do you do?' said he, giving her a hearty shake of the hand; 'Where did you get that quiz of a hat? It makes you look like an old witch...' On his two younger sisters he then bestowed an equal portion of his fraternal tenderness, for he asked each of them how they did, and observed that they both looked very ugly.
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