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Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.


Sylvia Plath

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I?
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Eternity bores me,
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We'll act as if all this were a bad dream."

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Worse even
than your maddening
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Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a f...
SYLVIA PLATH
I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be w...
SYLVIA PLATH
If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
SYLVIA PLATH
My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land - the cold, salt, running hills of the A...
SYLVIA PLATH
If I tried to describe my personality, I'd start to gush about living by the ocean half my life ...
SYLVIA PLATH
I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I've got to admire someone to re...
SYLVIA PLATH
And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I h...
SYLVIA PLATH
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out o...
SYLVIA PLATH
I woke to the sound of rain.
SYLVIA PLATH
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" ...
SYLVIA PLATH
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physi...
SYLVIA PLATH
How frail the human heart must be --a mirrored pool of thought...
SYLVIA PLATH
The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
SYLVIA PLATH
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am t...
SYLVIA PLATH
Excellent teachers showered on to us like meteors: Biology teachers holding up human brains, English...
SYLVIA PLATH
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience poss...
SYLVIA PLATH
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic...
SYLVIA PLATH
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round a...
SYLVIA PLATH
Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primit...
SYLVIA PLATH
I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
SYLVIA PLATH
I see in Cambridge, particularly among the women dons, a series of such grotesques! It is almost lik...
SYLVIA PLATH
We fitted, amusingly enough, into none of the form categories of 'The Young American Couple'...
SYLVIA PLATH
When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I craw...
SYLVIA PLATH
If I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the bri...
SYLVIA PLATH
How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?
SYLVIA PLATH
I am made, crudely, for success.
SYLVIA PLATH
What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
SYLVIA PLATH
The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther...
SYLVIA PLATH
I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too clo...
SYLVIA PLATH
When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.
"Oh, sure you know," the photogr...
SYLVIA PLATH
The velvet dodges of the hypocrit
SYLVIA PLATH
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing nega...
SYLVIA PLATH
My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only th...
SYLVIA PLATH
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive b...
SYLVIA PLATH
In this particular tub, two knees jut up
like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise
on a...
SYLVIA PLATH
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, I was dead,
Though, like a stone,...
SYLVIA PLATH
Elm

BY SYLVIA PLATH

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap r...
SYLVIA PLATH
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery tur...
SYLVIA PLATH
What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?

Fr...
SYLVIA PLATH
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
SYLVIA PLATH
Later Buddy told me the woman was on a drug that would make her forget she'd had any pain and that w...
SYLVIA PLATH
I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather...
SYLVIA PLATH