The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
SYLVIA PLATHThe sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
SYLVIA PLATHDying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
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 PLATHThere is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
SYLVIA PLATHAs a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.
SYLVIA PLATHI took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
SYLVIA PLATHWhat horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.
SYLVIA PLATHThe hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted and spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
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 smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
SYLVIA PLATHMy mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
SYLVIA PLATHI have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
SYLVIA PLATHAfter all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.
SYLVIA PLATHI am myself. That is not enough.
SYLVIA PLATH