I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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 PLATHOne thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
SYLVIA PLATHWhat I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
SYLVIA PLATHI am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
SYLVIA PLATHI desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
SYLVIA PLATHMy mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
SYLVIA PLATHI woke to the sound of rain.
SYLVIA PLATHHour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
SYLVIA PLATHThe sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
SYLVIA PLATHEvery day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
SYLVIA PLATHKiss me, and you will see how important I am.
SYLVIA PLATHHow 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.
SYLVIA PLATHI love my rejection slips. They show me I try.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.
SYLVIA PLATHWear your heart on your skin in this life.
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