...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
A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.
Interpretation
Small acts of kindness can restore one's confidence and joy.
In this quote, Sylvia Plath reflects on how simple, tender gestures, such as children placing flowers in her hair, have the power to mend and heal the emotional wounds within her. It illustrates the profound impact that small, innocent acts can have on one's self-esteem and emotional well-being.
In practice
A motivational speech about the power of kindness and its effects on mental health.
...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.
There's nothing in the world like that first taste of beer.
Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
Pay close attention to the particular thoughts you use to deprive yourself of happiness.
Seek not happiness too greedily and be not fearful of happiness.
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
Some of my battles with weight have been very public. But most of them have been internal. Even at my thinnest, when my body was being praised, I wasn't happy with what I saw in the mirror or how I felt about myself.
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