I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
SYLVIA PLATHI desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
SYLVIA PLATHDying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
SYLVIA PLATHLet me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
SYLVIA PLATHOnly I wasn’t steering anything, not even myself.
SYLVIA PLATHPeople or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
SYLVIA PLATHI feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
SYLVIA PLATHI smile, now, thinking: we all like to think we are important enough to need psychiatrists.
SYLVIA PLATHIf the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
SYLVIA PLATHWe should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
SYLVIA PLATHHour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
SYLVIA PLATHEvery day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
SYLVIA PLATHMy mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
SYLVIA PLATHI am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
SYLVIA PLATHI find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
SYLVIA PLATHWe must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
SYLVIA PLATHThe abstract kills, the concrete saves.
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