...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 have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the struggle of loving deeply without receiving the same intensity of love in return.
Sylvia Plath reflects on the challenge of unconditional love, suggesting that she experiences a strong, demonstrative love that is difficult for others to reciprocate. This feeling of giving deeply without equal return can lead to feelings of isolation and longing, highlighting the complexities of human relationships and emotional exchange.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the challenges of loving someone who doesn't reciprocate fully.
...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.
Hell, madame, is to love no longer.
The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.
Why don't you ever use your strength on me?" she said. Because love means renouncing strength," said Franz softly.
In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.
Mindful time spent with the person we love is the fullest expression of true love and real generosity.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
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