I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
SYLVIA PLATHI’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
SYLVIA PLATHEverything in life is writable.
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 PLATHLife has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
SYLVIA PLATHI don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
SYLVIA PLATHBefore I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
SYLVIA PLATHIf the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
SYLVIA PLATHPerhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
SYLVIA PLATHTomorrow is another day toward death.
SYLVIA PLATHThere is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
SYLVIA PLATHThe truth comes to me. The truth loves me.
SYLVIA PLATHEvery day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
SYLVIA PLATHI smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
SYLVIA PLATHI want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life.
SYLVIA PLATH