...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 do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep self-centeredness and a lack of selfless love for others.
In this quote, Sylvia Plath starkly reveals her feelings about love, stating that her affection is predominantly self-directed. She acknowledges her inability to love selflessly like a mother might, emphasizing her introspection and complicated relationship with self-identity. The poignant admission that she is capable of affection mainly for those who mirror her own experiences further highlights her struggle with connection to others.
In practice
In a discussion about self-acceptance at a mental health workshop.
...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.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever.
People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are expecting to give — which is everything. What you will receive in return varies. But it really has no connection with what you give. You give because you love and cannot help giving.
But love me for love's sake, that evermore_x000D_ _x000D_ Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
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