The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
SYLVIA PLATHThe silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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 felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
SYLVIA PLATHKiss me, and you will see how important I am.
SYLVIA PLATHI love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
SYLVIA PLATHI 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.
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 want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
SYLVIA PLATHPlease, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
SYLVIA PLATHGo out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
SYLVIA PLATHSee, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
SYLVIA PLATHThere is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
SYLVIA PLATHWhat I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
SYLVIA PLATHI shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
SYLVIA PLATHI 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.
SYLVIA PLATHI woke to the sound of rain.
SYLVIA PLATH