When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
SYLVIA PLATHWhen you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
SYLVIA PLATHI find that in a novel I can get more of life, perhaps not such intense life, but certainly more of life than in poetry.
SYLVIA PLATHI woke to the sound of rain.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
SYLVIA PLATHI must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
SYLVIA PLATHI have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
SYLVIA PLATHLife has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
SYLVIA PLATHSee, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
SYLVIA PLATHWe should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
SYLVIA PLATHWe must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
SYLVIA PLATHIt is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
SYLVIA PLATHIt’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.
SYLVIA PLATHI find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
SYLVIA PLATHSo much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
SYLVIA PLATHOnly I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
SYLVIA PLATHIt is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
SYLVIA PLATH