I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
SYLVIA PLATHSee, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
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I woke to the sound of rain.
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Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.
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Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
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There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
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The abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
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When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
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If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
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Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
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The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
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I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
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I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
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I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
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