Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
SYLVIA PLATHPerfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
SYLVIA PLATHOpinions are like orgasms, mine matters most and I really don’t care if you have one.
SYLVIA PLATHWe should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
SYLVIA PLATHI’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
SYLVIA PLATHWe must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
SYLVIA PLATHI talk to God but the sky is empty.
SYLVIA PLATHI am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
SYLVIA PLATHI don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
SYLVIA PLATHI took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
SYLVIA PLATHOnly I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out.
SYLVIA PLATHI find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
SYLVIA PLATHSo learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.
SYLVIA PLATHWhen you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.
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.
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