...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
Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady . . . I don't care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others?
Interpretation
The quote reflects deep feelings of inadequacy and disconnection in relationships, particularly regarding attraction.
In this quote, Sylvia Plath expresses a moment of vulnerability and despair about her self-image and the inability to connect with others romantically. She articulates a sense of hopelessness about her attractiveness and the perceived mutual disinterest from those around her, highlighting the emotional turmoil that can arise from such feelings of rejection and isolation.
In practice
In a discussion about self-esteem, one might reference this quote to illustrate the struggle of feeling unattractive.
...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.
To complain that I could only be married once was like complaining that I had only been born once.
Trust is that rare and priceless treasure that wins us the affection of our heavenly Father.
There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.
There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship-only backward. You try to start again but get into blaming over and over. Finally you are both worn out, exhausted, hopeless. Then lawyers are called in to pick clean the corpses. The death has occurred much earlier.
The very ingredients that nurture love - mutuality, reciprocity, protection, worry, responsibility for the other - are sometimes the very ingredients that stifle desire.
It's always been a great survival value for people to believe they belong to a superior tribe. That's just in human relationships.
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