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SYLVIA PLATH ~ I WANT…

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” ― Sylvia Plath

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SYLVIA PLATH ~ ON LONELINESS

“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship – but the loneliness of the...

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ANNA KARENINA ~ A STORY OF LOVE AND DESPAIR

“Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.” ― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina Photo: Greta Garbo, 1934

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TERESA WILMS MONTT ~ “TO DIE, AFTER FEELING EVERYTHING AND BEING NOTHING…”

TERESA WILMS MONTT  POET FROM CHILE (Viña del Mar, 1893 – París 1921): She was born in a wealthy family, daughter of Federico Guillermo Wilms Montt and Brieba, and his wife Luz Victoria Montt and Montt. Given the social context of that time, her primary instruction was given to her by governesses and particular teachers. When Teresa turned 17, she got married with Gustavo Balmaceda Valdés. In the following years (1911 y 1913) she gave birth to her daughters, Elisa and Silvia Luz. Almost right after the wedding, the...

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VIRGINIA WOOLF ~ A FAREWELL

“I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am...

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OPHELIA ~ A TORMENTED SOUL

Ophelia (second version) 1863 Arthur Hughes (1832-1915) Ophelia in literature Russian novelist Fyodor Dostojevski , in the first chapter of his 1880 masterpiece The Brothers Karamazov, described a capricious young woman who committed suicide by throwing herself off a steep cliff into a river, simply to imitate Shakespeare’s Ophelia. Dostoevsky concludes that “Even then, if the cliff, chosen and cherished from long ago, had not been so picturesque, if it had been merely a flat, prosaic bank, the suicide might not have taken place at all.” Dostoevksy also depicts...

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VIRGINIA WOOLF ~ THE PASSION OF THE BRAIN

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for? Virginia Woolf

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OBLIVION ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

Being deserted, feeling all alone There is just this huge emptiness Looking for some kind of escape When I let myself go I feel heavy Deceiving myself in this way Nothing really matters anymore Feeling just a sense of lost Despair has passed and there is a way out Do not want to remember my past Do not want to acknowledge my present Nor do I have any desire for the future I am in this timeless state of mind There is only one thing I long for Tears...

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