Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
SYLVIA PLATHA man’s world is different from a woman’s world and a man’s emotions are different from a woman’s emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
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I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
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I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
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I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
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The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
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There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
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So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
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