What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
SYLVIA PLATHPerfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
More Sylvia Plath Quotes
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I am not cruel, only truthful.
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I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
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I woke to the sound of rain.
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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
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Compared with me, a tree is immortal.
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Everything in life is writable.
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Opinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.
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I knew you’d decide to be all right again.
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I dream too much, work too little.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
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I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
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I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.
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I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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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.
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I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
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So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.
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I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
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I smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
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Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
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I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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