Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
SYLVIA PLATHLove is the bone and sinew of my curse.
SYLVIA PLATHWhat horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
SYLVIA PLATHLove is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it
SYLVIA PLATHLet me live, love and say it well in good sentences.
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 have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
SYLVIA PLATHHour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
SYLVIA PLATHOne thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
SYLVIA PLATHI took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
SYLVIA PLATHThe constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.
SYLVIA PLATHWhat I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.
SYLVIA PLATHCompared with me, a tree is immortal.
SYLVIA PLATHThe sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.
SYLVIA PLATHPerhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life.
SYLVIA PLATHI must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
SYLVIA PLATH