The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
SYLVIA PLATHThe abstract kills, the concrete saves.
SYLVIA PLATHSometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.
SYLVIA PLATHI’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
SYLVIA PLATHPlease 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 PLATHI felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.
SYLVIA PLATHEvery day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
SYLVIA PLATHHour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
SYLVIA PLATHTomorrow is another day toward death.
SYLVIA PLATHThe abstract kills, the concrete saves.
SYLVIA PLATHShe stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt wise and cynical as all hell.
SYLVIA PLATHI write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
SYLVIA PLATHSee, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.
SYLVIA PLATHWhat I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
SYLVIA PLATH